While staying at a friend’s place this weekend, I fell asleep with Tornado A and Tornado S, who was suppose to be reading us a story. My friend tried to keep Tornado E occupied, instead of letting him wake us up. So she asked him questions. He told her about the book he was reading and his favorite animals and all about dragons. A lot about dragons. For an hour, he talked all about dragons like they were a real, scientific species.
She shook her head and whispered, “You are your mother’s son.”
When I woke up and joined them, she told me the whole story.
My friend: He is your son.
Tornado E: Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?
I love that kid.