I remember when Kindra was quite young (maybe 14 months) her mother and I let her sleep in our bed. We eventually changed our minds, so I told her she could not sleep in our bed anymore. She agreed. I woke up to find her lying on the floor next to my side of the bed. Guilt Trip!! So I told her she could not come in our room anymore to sleep. She agreed. The next morning I opened the door to leave our bedroom and found her sleeping on the floor in our doorway. She won. She was back in our bed for the next several weeks. Kindra always had a way of hitting me deep in my heart.
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