..not gonna lie.
G has been sleeping in our room for a couple of days, due to the fact that my brother Keith is on a short leave from the Navy and needs to sleep in his room (G’s crib room doubles as the guest room).
Last night, as we quietly snuck in, we heard G stir a bit in his sleep. Then, (so cute!) he started sleep talking!
And what did he say?
Yes. He was dreaming about Dadda. Not Momma.
Maybe, just maybe, someday I’ll be the fun parent.