| Oh, I misunderstood then. I slept in the same room, right next to their bed but not in the same bed. According to them it was the only way to make me sleep. Whenever I'm around and they have visitors, they like to regale stories of how difficult I was as a baby. Lately though I'm starting to think there is some kind of sublime message to it, like .. 'hey lets start talking about babies a lot so you'll start thinking about getting us some grandchildren' or something.
Unfortunately for them it's only the making part I can agree with. Having them.. no thanks bye.
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