Last week Harper fell and bumped his head (not too hard) on the kitchen floor. I said, 'You'd better be more careful, or you're really going to get hurt!' He said 'I be careful. I no want to go back to the sky. I play with Momma.'
One day he was playing in the living room and i was in the kitchen. i was walking towards the living room and he didn't see me. he was pointing at nothing in the air and saying very crossly 'go home! i said go home! go 'way!' i sat down by him and i said 'baby, who are you talking to?' and he thought for a minute and he said 'the light'. i got chills.
