A few months after Jude turned three, he came in from the playground, flopped down next to me on the couch, and said: “I’m dead.” Frances found the word baffling. “What?” she asked. “I’m dead, mama,” he replied, drawing out the e in the word so that it hung in the air. His eyes scrunched up, and his shoulders slumped. “My batteries are dead.”
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LOVED this post Jessi!! Thanks :-)