Letter to my son
Dear Son, Your mornings start off with mommy and daddy tickling you and making you laugh, singing you the Good Morning song and racing you out of bed. Then you usually like to sit on the sofa for a while and watch cartoons until breakfast is ready. This morning, we sat on the sofa next to you. I heard you murmuring words, not baby sounds, which you will do if you are around babies. You weren't paying attention to the television. You were pointing and talking to the blanket around you. I turned off the television and listened, as well as my hearing allowed me to. I asked, "Did you just say that a horse went up the mountain?" You replied, "No Mommy. Not a horse. A family went up the mountain." Your fingers made a trail up to the top of the blanket. As your fingers trickled down the side, you explained, "Then the family went down the waterfall and they swam in the lake at the bottom." The "lake" was the flat part of the blanket.