Tonsillitis second in a row. It is crazy, this illness chain has started since he has been going to school every day. I am at home and cannot really do much for work. Fevers and crying. Fighting over taking antibiotics. I was actually going to write something different:
"When I was in my mummy's belly, it was dark. It was dark and I had a toy with me. It was a black airplane. It broke. Then the doctors took me out." I seriously doubt that this is a prenatal memory. I told him that he was in my belly. Maybe it was too early to tell him, it stuck in his head and he cannot imagine it nor understand it. What he said sound symbolic though. What broke? The plane?