Tuggling with Ian

Ian came into my room early this morning because his "eyes were bleeding." No, they weren't but I did let him get in my bed with me. He is a very good tuggler. (Snuggler, he can't say 'sn'.) We enjoyed a few more hours of sleep and it was very nice.


{He uses the "eye bleeding" thing to describe when he has a fever, when the light is too bright, or when he has any other sort of eye problem. Kind of creepy, eh?}