When my younger brother was this age he would climb in my Dads sweater and do the same thing. I always thought it must be warm in there and cocoon like. For one, in the sweater that is confirmed for the other it is a reenactment of being pregnant towards the end were there is no more room, but explode.
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I feel that "no more room in the inn" thing.
i wonder the same thing sometimes, but then i realize... he is all i've got now and i am so grateful every time he is on my lap, or sitting next to me. i love it when he has the DESIRE to be close to me. i know you love it as well...
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