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i want to hold the sun


the video of john trying to lock himself in buddy's crate is totally unrelated to today's post, but it was just too cute for me to leave off. i love the part where he says, "it's stuck!"

but what i really want to talk about today is this: yesterday after i picked john up from daycare, i told him we had to go grocery shopping, but if he was really good and it was still light outside when we were done, we would stop by the park for a few minutes.

he was ecstatic. so we drove along for a little while, looking out the window at a tractor or a truck or two and just hanging out.

then, john said to me, "mommy, i want to hold the sun that i can fly."

a little puzzled, i asked, "you want to fly, baby?"

he said, "no, momma, i can't fly. so i can't hold the sun." (i realized i had misunderstood him the first time - he had said "but i can't fly" not "that i can fly.")

"you want to hold the sun?" i inquired.

"yes, ma'am. i want to hold him. but i can't reach him. he's too far away. i want i can hold the sun."

"do you want to give him a hug, john?" i asked?

john was quiet for a few moments. then he said, "we should bring a ladder so i can get out of the car and climb up and hold the sun."

i asked him why he wanted to hold the sun, and he never really responded. but i can just picture how it would look in his head ... we would set up a huuuuuuge ladder, and he would climb and climb and climb to the top, and when he got there, he would wrap his arms around the sun to hold him in the sky so it would stay light and we could go to the park.

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