Last night before heading off to bed Eri was like what are you doing. I was cutting paper at my desk and muttering to myself and writing drafts on old post it notes that don't stick anymore.
I seem to have succeeding once again though. Osamu was very excited when he woke up this morning.
I only get one shot at this, but I feel like I'm made for it. Eri is confused by the immense pleasure I get in doing this stuff, maybe in part because I am responsible for our sons believing in make-believe characters.
For me it's a wonderful thing. We only get a small fraction of our life to believe in that stuff. I think it's healthy. I have no scientific evidence to base that on except can you imagine going on a road trip with someone who didn't believe in Santa or the Tooth Fairy when they were six years old?
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