Post late-night playdate syndrome
Seriously, this is not a common sight around here, so whenever it happened, we tried to keep proof.
Mr. Ozturk and I decided to take Nancy's yoga class together at NYSC and my babysitting co-op came in to help. Soon after we brought her back home, Baba gave her a cup of milk while I removed my contacts. Not a minute later, he beckons me to come look. She had tossed the finished cup aside and had just lain back to sleep where she was.
If this isn't an incentive to repeat this lovely late night sit again to go to gym, I must be an exceptionally stoic woman.
Machines Like Me - Ian McEwan
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