Mister T has taken to pouting. And it is really sad and pathetic and effective. It just breaks my heart every time he drops his head. Except at 2 a.m. At that hour, when he wakes up and is ready to start his day, and I unsuccessfully convince him sleeping time is NOW, he turns his eyes downward and quietly pouts, and I quickly leave the room! Although, last week he did this, I went back to bed and couldn't sleep because I was worried about him, and so I went back to check on him. He was still there, in the same position, swaying and falling asleep sitting up. Little Turkey.
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