Dear LittleDude,
I could be wrong, but from the conversation I'm hearing over the monitor, you are holding Daddy hostage in your room. It seems that he is not allowed to pick you up, hug you, kiss you, touch any toys, or do anything other than sit in the rocking chair. Let me guess. He's in there because you've closed your door to see your stars, and you need help with the doorknob when you want to come out, right? For future reference, it might be easier just to ask me to let you out when you're ready. On the other hand, I appreciate your efforts to keep everyone occupied while I finish cooking Thanksgiving Dinner.
I love you.
Love, Mommy
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