I have a stalker. My 5 year old, Harry. Apparently, this change in our family dynamic has cause the little man to be more than a bit clingy to me. At this precise moment, I am typing this has Harry screams "Moooommmmmmyyyyyy" over and over again. It sounds remarkably like someone is killing him.
Except he is completely safe. And I have done multiple hugs and kisses and glasses of water and one more hug and a kiss and answered just one question (which is often actually a declarative sentence about how much he hates going to bed).
I know change is rough on a little guy. I get it. I do. But I may need a preschooler restraining order if the kid doesn't stop following me into the bathroom.
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