June 9, 2008
I never thought a thing so little could occupy so much of my attention. And yet, I repeatedly dream about my little nephew, my sister's son. He's yet a tiny lump of flesh, very new to this whole being-alive thing. I have not seen him a lot since she squeezed him out either, and I can't say I spend too much mental energy on thinking about him. And still, every time I dream of my sister – he is there! As if he were still a part of her body. I know he'll grow up to be a neurotic brat.