or just simply state the facts.
Tuesday morning Shealyn came in our room announcing she had had a bad dream. So she crawled in bed with us since the alarm had gone off and it was time to get up anyway. I was trying to get her to tell me about her dream by prompting her with questions.
M–Was there a monster in your dream?
S–No
Daddy—Do I need to get out my shotgun (remember he’s a redneck)?
S—with a giggle —- NOOOoooo
M—Was someone chasing you?
S—Yes
M—Who?
S—I don’t know, I didn’t look.
Good girl Shealyn — get away from them and don’t look back!
And just this morning as I was dropping Shealyn and Carter off I was smacked in the face with the other simple fact. The kids had each grabbed a book to read on the way to school. Oh wait, I better set this up better for you. Shealyn usually bolts the minute the door opens for fear I might make her kiss me or something—–*eye roll* and Carter, on the other hand, is sure to give me a kiss 98% of the time. So, as they are getting out of the van this is my conversation with Carter:
M—have a good day buddy; I’ll see you after school
C—okay, mom you be careful
awwww my heart is melting because my 6 year old is concerned about me getting home
C—I don’t want you to lose my spot in Arthur (the book he was reading– because he had carefully lain it open to his spot)
Sllllaaaammmm! Back to the real world!



















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