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Bedtime Conversation
As I was reading a bedtime story to Sebastian last night, he suddenly turned to me.
"I wish I could be two again!"
I was a little flabbergasted; he used to say that sort of thing about a year ago, but I could never understand why. Four seems an awfully young age to worry about being old, after all!
"Why, baby boy?"
"Because then I'd have my Sam again."
That floored me - I hadn't seen it coming at all. He went on to tell me how much he missed Sam. For those who don't remember or never read that far back, Sam was our old cat, who died about a year ago.
And then he told me about a time when Sam was lost, until Sebastian and I had found him hiding in a "little place" in the basement. I don't remember that happening, but it's possible that it did; it's also possible that it was a dream he had.
I don't know.
"I wish I could be two again!"
I was a little flabbergasted; he used to say that sort of thing about a year ago, but I could never understand why. Four seems an awfully young age to worry about being old, after all!
"Why, baby boy?"
"Because then I'd have my Sam again."
That floored me - I hadn't seen it coming at all. He went on to tell me how much he missed Sam. For those who don't remember or never read that far back, Sam was our old cat, who died about a year ago.
And then he told me about a time when Sam was lost, until Sebastian and I had found him hiding in a "little place" in the basement. I don't remember that happening, but it's possible that it did; it's also possible that it was a dream he had.
I don't know.