On Saturday night at 11, just as I am falling asleep, Big C wakes up crying. I go into his room and it is clear that he is having a bad dream. I know this because he is still asleep but is saying "don't throw my cookie in the garbage, don't throw my cookie in the garbage".
Life is tough when you are 2.
1 comment:
Poor guy!!
On the other hand, he's living a good life where he is blissfully unaware of the larger problems in life.
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