"MOM!!!" sob, sob. "MOMMMMM!!!"
Hearing the above, I know that surely, something terrible has happened. Someone or something has injured my youngest little dumpling and I must run to save him! Run, good mom, run!
Well, actually I just turned around from the front seat of the van and looked at him.
"Why are you crying like that?" I asked, as I look for obvious signs of trauma like blood, missing teeth or spilled french fries.
Sniffle, sniffle. "Carlie says I don't exist." Huh?
With the saddest face ever he asked me, "Do I really exist, Mom?"
Oh, good grief! "Carlie stop freaking your brother out!"
I comfort him, "Of, course you exist pumpkin. I can see you and your farts smell. "
Just the right answer to make a 6 yr old boy believe he is real again.
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