Friday, March 16, 2012
8:22pm
"Good night, Bob."
"Hey, Mom? Who loves me more you or Daddy? Do you love me more than the whole world? You love me more than everything, right? I know. How many inches long is this bed? How long is an inch exactly? Is my hand and inch or is it more than an inch? I can't fall asleep. Why is no one doing anything to help me fall asleep? Mom? I love the way your hands smell.
"Good night, Bob."
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Oh I remember those questions, those stallings before sleep.
ReplyDeleteHe is growing so fast. His brain might explode. No, no. It won't. But bless his heart. Bless yours too.
It is so very full!
Deletexo
If we could only use the firing of his synapses to power windmills, we could get off fossil fuels.
ReplyDeleteI like that idea...
Deletei remember an old blog post from years ago where your mind was racing in bed until jeff had to cut you short with a, "are you okay?"... apple and tree, my friend.
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