Umm what?

It was an awful night, Oliver was up a ton. We tried to have him sleep with me, but he had a meltdown around 4am and Richard had to take him out. 

Oliver: "I'm sorry I screamed dad. I didn't want to snuggle in this bed. It's too dirty.  Mommy is dead and it's all your fault."

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