The other day as Toby was fussing himself back to sleep I entered that not awake, not asleep but dreaming sort of state and had the oddest thought. I thought from the sound of his cry I could tell that Toby was gay. And then I had to try to show him I still loved him and everything would be okay (he was still only 7 months in the dream) even though I was sad he would have that particular challenge.
Could have beeen that one butterfly I ironed-on to his onesie when he was tiny...
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