When I was pregnant, I dreamed I was carrying around my newborn and he was so charming.
He already talked in complete sentences and cracked jokes, and was
totally impressed by everything I showed him. "Strawberry banana
juice?!" he remarked at the deli. "Both? Together? Wow." And it turned
out that totally was his personality: curious and fun.
So maybe
I take too seriously all the dreams of disaster and despair that have
followed: being locked out of the house with him inside, forgetting I
was a parent and going on vacation with him home alone — assorted
worst-parent-ever mishaps. This post on CafeMom's new DailyBuzz site made me feel better.
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