Oh, he's cute. Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling. He's hugging his pillow like a sloth on a branch.

He couldn't sleep before. Now listen to him him sounds like an elephant with a chest infection

Well they call him a dreamer and now they're right all aboard mister I can never sleep when I'm traveling.

Find all the comfort you need in the quiet lounge.

Piando Ferries, there is another way.

Hey true crime besties, welcome back to me Hey everybody welcome back to an all new episode of serialously with me Annie

Elise I am coming to you with a pretty recent case today and it's one that really just

makes my blood boil. So whatever you're doing, whether you're getting ready to

commute into work, whether you're listening at work or scrubbing your bathtub.

Just I want you to get to a place of Zen mentally because this one is absolutely bananas.

I'm trying to use a different word, but you know I'm trying to also not get flagged.

So here's the deal.

Most of you guys know I'm a parent, right?

I have a three-year-old and a now five-year-old little boy and my daughter's the three-year-old and if you're a

parent you know you would obviously do anything to protect your children right and I

don't think that there is even a thought or event that could

come into my mind that is more horrifying than one of my children being hurt or killed. And it's a

cliche to say that it's every single parent's

worst nightmare. I get that, but it's a cliche for a reason. It is

unthinkable that anybody can just go on with their life after losing a son or a daughter.

So I can only imagine how terrifying it was

when a call went through to 911 in Chicago

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