So last night Owen woke up crying at about 3a.m. Half asleep I jump put of bed walk into his room and realize that he has leaked through his diaper and his P.J's are wet. I get him out of bed to change him, lay him (still half asleep himself) on the floor and he says, "Mom?." I say "What sweet boy?." And he asks "Can I go Jordan's?." I smile and reply "Not right now." I
meant what I said about all the time anytime!
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I’m beginning to wonder if Jordan lives in a gingerbread house, where serotonin-laced bowls of candy are left out in every room, and Elmo usually stops by to see if anyone’s interested in going on a magic carpet ride.
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