The earnestness in his wee voice is heart-breaking as he
shows me
his new "big boy bed" and I can't help
thinking, "you're only two."
At naptime, he tries to talk me into letting him sleep in
the crib but
I know that's not a good idea;, the new baby is due in
less than six
weeks. I tell him
how proud I am that he's sleeping in the new bed,
pile Douglas the dragon in with him -- a special treat,
and his pink fish.
He eyes me bravely, blinks away tears, tells me solemnly,
"It's okay,
I'm okay Grandma."
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