Don’t ask him questions in the morning..

This is actually a conversation we had on the 31st of December. Today I found the tiny scrap of paper on which I had quickly jotted it down while laughing.

“Good morning, honey.”
“Mm.. morning.”
“Don’t forget, we’re going to your mom today.”
“…” <Rolls to other side>
“Where does she live again? Somewhere near The Hague..”
“Mm.. small village.” <Disappears under blanket>

2 Replies to “Don’t ask him questions in the morning..”

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    thea

    Nah!! And I am his mother! Where does my son live again?? Somewhere in the South in a kind of apartment with a girl named…..oh yeh, Diana! Now I remember;-)). Of course I would like Sander to jump out of his bed early in the morning all bubbling of positive energy and that he hardly can wait to leave for Voorhout (!), because he is going to see his mother today! But to be honest: I know my son! Don’t try to talk to him before the sun is almost going down and the day is over! xxx

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      diana

      Oh, so you noticed that I didn’t know the name either, didn’t you? Oops, sorry about that… ^.^;

      Don’t try to talk to him before the sun is almost going down and the day is over!

      So true!

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