Shaun was still sick all last night. About midnight he crawled in bed with me. At four he got up to go to the bathroom and then crawled back in bed with me.
then half asleep he asks "ok, mom, so what were we dreaming about?"
I replied "I don't know what you were dreaming about son."
shaun answered "sure you do, you were there."
then suddenly remembering "it was about dots and knives but not the kind that cut stuff."
I had finally gotten back to sleep about six and he shakes me and calls out "mom". When I responded he answered relieved "oh, good, I couldn't hear you breathing so I wanted to make sure you were ok."
Moms don't need sleep anyway!
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