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Love anyway

December 28, 2006

(For a brief detour of my love fest I bring you last nights exchange between Spawn and myself with special appearances by D.)

At 4:30 I am awakened by “Mama. Mmmmaaaamamaa.” I get up, flick the heavy blankets back and stomp sleepily into my sons room. I stand in the dark and impatiently ask, “what? WHAT?” silence. more silence. I say sternly, again “WHAT is it?” Spawn says, “Mama, you better turn on the light.” To which I find vomit on his sleeve, on his bedspread, on the wall, on the bed frame, on his pillows, on his jammies and on his face.

Poor little dude.

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