After a few hours of playing both of the boys fell asleep.
Bill ended up taking Dipper back to his house and changed him into a daiper, onesie, and a pacifier, before putting him in the crib.
Bill was nearly asleep when he heard a whimper, and sniffling.
It was dark in the room to Dipper, but Bill could see perfectly fine.
"Da!" Dipper cried out reaching up.
"It's okay Sapling, you're okay." Bill says picking Dipper up and swaying side to side.
" Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens.
Bright copper kettles, and warm woven mittens.
Brown paper packages tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
"Cream colored ponies, and crisp apple strudel.
Doorbells, and sleigh bells,
And schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things. "
Dipper's head fell against Bill's shoulder, yawning slightly.
"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver-white winter's that melt into spring,
These are a few of my favorite things. "
Dipper's eyes tried to stay open but closed much to his dismay.
"When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel,
So bad~."
By the time bill finished, Dipper was fast asleep.
