Heather lightly petted his hair. "People can be mean sometimes. Mommy was." He was comfortable and it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open. A very large yawn was covered by tiny fingers.
"Kids sometimes know better than meany adults. We can tell when someone is good, and when someone is bad." Her little voice was getting quieter and quieter. Even though she fought going to sleep. She didn't want to be a wet potato sack.