Drew (from a dead sleep): NO! (Sits straight up)
Me (not at all asleep): What happened? Are you okay?
Drew: I swallowed all my letters.
Me: No, you’re okay.
Drew: I need some – do you have something liquidy? (Drinks all the water I have nearby.)
Okay, poor guy. No more playing Words With Friends right before bed.
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