This Is My Life Now

Me:  *looking up and seeing my son approaching even though he was completely concealed by the blanket he was holding*  Oh, look.  It’s a walking blanket.

My Son:  *covers me with said blanket*

Me:  It is now dark, so I shall go to sleep.  *makes snoring noises*

My Son:  *starts playing my head like it’s a drum*

Me:  I am being used as a percussion instrument, and am now awake.

My Son:  *removes the blanket, grins at me, then leaves without saying a word*

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