Around 3am this morning, my middle son politely tapped my shoulder. I turned my head, not such a good idea. He whispered- "Mommy can I get in bed with you? I had a dream. A very bad dream and you are the only one that can fix it." Well, if I'm the only one who can fix it, I must. My son snuggled next to me, wrapped my arm around his, and after some time, finally drifted back to snores. I smiled.
Around 7pm tonight, my baby and I were playing Lego's. He picked out what could be a siren, and placed it on the top of his garage. We began discussing emergencies. I asked him if he knew who to call in an emergency. He tilted his head and very slowly said,
"9-1-1..... Star Country"
I smiled.
Busted.
And this face, how can I not smile?
Happy Wednesday!
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