originally posted July 20, 2007
Last night at dinner, BS, Jr. pointed to the floor and said very, very solemnly, I saw mama die on the floor. Mama died in the street.
Great. That's comforting to hear from a ghost-seeing, two-year-old brainiac.
Now I must return to the safety of my closet.
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