Tonight, Kenny and I went with Aunt Debbie and Uncle Kevin to see Def Leppard in concert. Sean was staying with Maw Maw and Dukie and then I was going to spend the night there, too, while Kenny went back home since he had work in the am. The concert was great and before I left, Sean asked, "mommy, are you gonna dance?". I laughed and said yes. He knows that I always dance to Imagination Movers and to the music on Phineas and Ferb. He loves my dancing, but not my singing.
I was a bit worried about his bedtime and how he would react. In the morning, he told me that he cried because he wanted his mommy (insert heartbreak) and then that was confirmed when I talked to Maw Maw and she said that he did cry for a little bit, and then fell asleep. I'm not really understanding why my very independent boy is wanting his mommy so much and wanting us to be at home. Maybe a phase?
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