Tonight, Graham has decided he will not sleep in a shirt any longer. He came in, with just his pajama bottoms on, and proclaimed: "Mama, its a new year, I'm going to be five, and I am grown up. I'm not wearing a shirt to sleep in. Do you hear me? You're just going to have to let me do what I want to do."
He's presently buried under three blankets and complaining he's cold. But, he's grown up now...
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