Thursday, March 8, 2012

Mounts. Me camel. Straws and straws and straws

Mummy i don't want you to die
Sob sob sadface etc i didn't expect this conversation so soon. He's 3.
All because i did a huge death fart and said oh no that's really bad its a death toot.
The death fears have been brewing in jaan i know, but a FART triggered the tears.
Straw
Camel
Iain went out without saying goodbye
Just sayin‘
and i have been cycling up up up fast fast fast I hate it hate it can't stop, and now i had to explain the truth about death and who will be his mommy if i die.
Hate up up. Its worse than numb down.

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