Basting with bleach

It was still dark. Too dark for little running footsteps coming my way. I kept my eyes closed as he arrived. Silence. Then the creaking of my bedframe as he climbed in and over me. Suddenly I am sharing my pillow with a tiny head that seems to take up more then his share. He snuggles in under the blankets. I open one eye. He's staring at me smiling. I think, well this is a nice way to start Thanksgiving so I whisper: you know what today is? It's Thanksgiving and I am thankful for you! He responds: Hi....I wet.

Wishing a Happy Thanksgiving to the good people at Arm & Hammer, and  to you and yours.