"No, sweetie, I can't," I told her. "Your bed is too little for grown ups, it's just for kids your size."
Then I reconsidered.
So I climbed right in.
Liam: At the back of the Pratt museum there is a road that's all gravel. (if you sang this sentence, all the words would be the same note, and then gravel would be a fifth lower and drawn out to last about three times as long as the previous words)
Liam: You'll just have to love me! You'll have to hug and kiss me a lot.
Liam: Some days I'll have to go to work.
Me: You will, but I'll come and make you a nice hot supper so it will be ready when you get home.
Liam: Phoebe. Or maybe Henry. But there's one problem! Henry and me are both boys!