I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Sweetie, hold still so I can clean the grit off your eyelid.
Sweetie: NO! NOBODY TOUCHES THE EYE!
Me: Not the eyeball. Just the corner where the sleep collects.
Doodlebug: The sleep?
Me: Yeah, my parents called it that. The grit or sand that collects while we sleep. They said the sandman brought it while we dreamed, but…
Sweetie: Who is this sandman and why did y’all let him break into the house?
Me: It’s just a story. Nobody came in for real. It’s all made-up.
MoonCat: Made-up? Then I have a question. Where did the made-up dream grit come from?
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