Friday, June 27, 2008
When Dave came to wake me up this morning (this time from a mildly unpleasant dream. He has earned back some points. Not enough), he told me that Toaster had an upsetting dream.
Toaster dreamed that he was dying, and that he was saying his goodbyes to all the people he loved. He told his mother that he loved her so very much. He told Dave that he was the best father any boy could have had. He told me and Regina's partner John that his life could not have been happier with us in it. He told his sister that she could visit him any time in her thoughts.
Gah. Makes me all teary even now--I can't imagine what it must have been like for him.
But it was hilarious when I came up the stairs and the normally very-affectionate- but-very-grouchy-in-the-morning Toaster rushed up to give me a hug, and to make me breakfast. He poured my Cheerios, he cleaned up any that spilled, and then he went off to entertain his sleepy sister. If I hadn't known about his dream, I might have been compelled to ask "Who are you and what have you done with my stepson?"