2:45 a.m., sounds coming from Luke's room:
Fussing, snuffly-crying, and then, softly, "Luke find Momo. Luke find Momo."
Mama gets out of bed, stumbles into Luke's room to find Luke sitting up in his crib.
"Sweetie, did you find Momo?"
Luke says sadly, "Nooooo," and he stands up.
Mama finds Momo in the corner of the crib, huddled under the duvet, and hands him to Luke.
Luke grabs Momo, declares, "Luke find Momo," stuffs a corner into his mouth, and dives into the mattress. Fast asleep in about 20 seconds.
Mama stumbles back to bed.
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