Sun Mote Copse sleep apnea

Quetzal continued to nuzzle around in Niamh's fur, and even though the child couldn't hear, Niamh continued to go on her rant, just because she felt there had to have been some benefit of talking to her children, even when they couldn't hear her. "'Magine if we could prank him somehow, when he gets home...So, plan is, you sneeze right when he falls asleep, an' then-" Well...She couldn't tell them apart, so instead she went with the easier alternative. "-then your sister'll hafta projectile barf on him once he falls asleep again, and Prim-" She said, but stopped, looking down at her pale little boy. "Well. Him dun' hafta do anyfin'. Him's my sweet li'l lookalike, Daddy's already got enough on his plate lookin' after his blondie of a wife." She said, giving him a little nuzzle. Of course, in the dim light of the den, Primrose simply looked pale- leading Niamh to assume he was beige or gold, like her. 

She felt Quetzal starting to move up along her shoulder, and chuckled. "Ain't up there," She said, and gently nosed her daughter down and back, trying to guide her gently with little nudges, even though she was aware that pups didn't always like being given direction once they'd set their mind on going in a completely different direction.