Last night The Boss and I were flopped sideways across my bed, he watching Macgyver dvds and me reading a book. After he fell asleep I picked him up to put him to bed. As I lay him down, he arched and cried with eyes still shut, "I can't! I can't! I can't!" I asked, "You can't what?" while rubbing his hair.
He settled down into his pillows, still asleep, murmuring, "I-I-I need Transforners."
In case you ever wondered what five year old boys dream about.
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Formerly known as Snark Bait.
One house, two single moms (twins!) and now way down to one emerging adult, one teenager, one pre-teen, one kindergartener, six pets, and countless absurd adventures in foster/adoptive/guardianship parenting.
Monica's kids: "Squeaker" 14 (daughter, home 2005, adopted July 2008). "The Boss" 5 (son, home 2003, adopted June 2006). Daughter 18 (adopted October 2008) and grandson 4 (now living with his other grandma).
Ana/Auntie's kid: "Lucky" 12 (foster daughter)
Foster parents to 300+ kiddos since 2001.
One house, two single moms (twins!) and now way down to one emerging adult, one teenager, one pre-teen, one kindergartener, six pets, and countless absurd adventures in foster/adoptive/guardianship parenting.
Monica's kids: "Squeaker" 14 (daughter, home 2005, adopted July 2008). "The Boss" 5 (son, home 2003, adopted June 2006). Daughter 18 (adopted October 2008) and grandson 4 (now living with his other grandma).
Ana/Auntie's kid: "Lucky" 12 (foster daughter)
Foster parents to 300+ kiddos since 2001.
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