My son can be so earnest at times. I’ve posted about this before, the way that my son becomes daily more like me.
This morning he wakes up in my bed (don’t ask) after a hot, sweaty sleep. He looks at me with a wild-eye stare and says “We need to get more mayo, Mummy. We forgot it. We need to get more. At the store, Mummy.”
It’s true. We do need to get more mayonnaise at the store. But I wish my son would dream about something less domestic.
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