Sleepless
Well, not quite. It's 2:30 in the morning, and I've been asleep for a while.Last night at dinner, my sons had these words for me.
"I hope you win, Dad," said Max. "I want us to be rich." I laughed.
"I hope you lose," said Harry. I asked him why. "Becauase I don't want you to move away."
I gave them both hugs.
posted by Mark Binder @ 2:26 AM
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