Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Klingon

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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