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Right after we moved into our house we started having issues with certain things. One of them was the oven door. It got too hot and because the glass wasn't tempered (or something like that) the glass in the oven door shattered into a billion different pieces. Not a big deal. They replaced it free within a week and the matter was soon forgotten. Or so I thought.
As most of you know I started grad school this week. They let me in on the condition that I pass the RIGHT test this time. Which by a miracle from heaven I did. Only 11 of us got in. Classes are Monday through Thursday nights from 5:30 to 9:10. The only one I was really worried about was Carter. The other two would barely notice I was gone. Sure enough, after the first night, Carter was calling out my name in his sleep. This broke my heart! I slept on his floor that night....just so he'd know I was still here. How was he going to last all summer without me??!!
Wednesday I took him to lunch and we had a special day together. At lunchtime he asked me how long school was going to take. I told him it would be over before he knew it. I told him Justin would be here with him.
"Dad can take good care of you right? "
"No! Don't you remember??!! He puts too many batches of tater-tots in and explodes the oven!"
We've been in this house three years now, which would make Carter only 3 when this happened. Apparently he's still suffering from PTSD. No wonder he won't eat tater-tots.
3 comments:
Your posts are always too fun to read. I love it!
some kids have remarkable memories. What funny and interesting children you have. Love ya skw
While we were in MN Devanie went into the bathroom and turned on the lights just to have one explode. She still struggles to go into a bathroom alone and turn on a light.
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