"Mum, if I had a brother that didn't die like Frankie, how old would he be?"
"Depends on when he was born, Honey"
"But Frankie just stays three years old doesn't he?"
"Yes he does, but he would be 10 now"
"I know. That's weird to be 3 and 10, hey"
"That's true, you can only really be two ages when we die and other people remember you"
"Yeah. I'm glad we remember Frankie, Mum"
"Me too"
"What is 15 plus 15 Mum?"
I am glad that he thinks about Frankie and also glad that he talks about him all the time, even though it is always a little hard to respond out of the blue esp this time of year. Levi was grumpy tonight too. He found it hard to go to sleep and was resistant to, of all things brushing his teeth. Frankly, his teeth aren't going to drop out with one night of dirt, so I just let him ride and didn't fight it at all. He was very sweet though in bed snuggled up against me;
"Mum, We will love each other forever, right?"
"Yes, that is absolutely right!"
"Even when I'm old and I say I hate you, I'm only joking, cause inside I'll still love you. Remember that OK."
"OK Honey, I will always remember that"
I hope he never actually says that but that is why I'm writing it now. If he is 15 and says he hates me, I can look back here and remember that he is really loving me...inside. Such a sweet sweet boy. I can't even imagine a grumpy teenager. Let's wait and see!
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