Dreams
P woke up in the middle of the night, crying. When I went in, he said “I’m going to miss you Mom,” over and over. I wonder what on earth he was dreaming.
On the cute side, a few days ago I asked him how I looked (I had dressed up a little cause the bookclub was at our house). He said something I didn’t hear, and when I asked him to repeat it, he said, “You look……very distinguished.” Hahahahaha
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