Owen fell asleep on the living room floor today while I was watching Oprah.
(It's her last three days! How can I not!?)
He slept there for an hour even as his sister climbed on him, slapped his back with glee, and poked him in the eye with curiosity.
When he woke up, he just lay there.
"Mommy?" he whispered.
"Yes, Owen?" I replied.
"I am Spiderman."
That's right.
(It's her last three days! How can I not!?)
He slept there for an hour even as his sister climbed on him, slapped his back with glee, and poked him in the eye with curiosity.
When he woke up, he just lay there.
"Mommy?" he whispered.
"Yes, Owen?" I replied.
"I am Spiderman."
That's right.
No comments:
Post a Comment