I had a nice dream last night about you. Well, I think it was you. Last week in my dreams you were a boy. Last night you were a girl. We were shopping, and you'd only just been born the day before but you looked a few months old. That was strange, but hey, it was a dream.
I have officially crossed into rabid attachment/peaceful/gentle/hippy/whatever-you-want-to-call-it parenting. In my dream I started throwing a little bit of a tantrum because you were in a disposable nappy. Awake Me says that's not such a big deal, and wouldn't I have put it on you myself? Dream Me is a weirdo.
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