Apparently when I breathe out, my breath is hot. He's noticed.
Tonight, I got:
"Mama, mama, stop breathing!"
"No, I won't stop breathing. If I stop breathing, I'll die and then I won't be here anymore."
*silence* "Hmm. Okay."
Not sure if that was permission to breathe or not...
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Lovely to see your thoughts.