D.T. is always talking, looking, thinking, moving. He can not be still. He paces. He does not relax - ever! He even moves a lot in his sleep.
This morning he woke up, crawled into bed with us, and proceeded to annoy me. He kicked me, pushed me, through his arms around hitting me. He then started wrestling with me. I was not ready for this. So we got up. Then as I was drinking my coffee he asked me to play with him. He didn't ask just once, he asked 16 times. Of course I said 'no' then changed to 'later'. This is a typical day. I usually gear my day around D.T.
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