My littlest dude, Oliver, always says the craziest things… he’s 5. Sometimes I wonder who he was in a past life. :) He talks about his granddaughter and can sing Roy Orbison songs. A couple of interesting exchanges from last night and this morning.

Oliver: Mumma, I think I am going to give you a nickname.

Me: Really? Okay! What is it?

Oliver: Amelia Pond.

Me: …

Then this morning, Oliver had crawled into bed with me while it was still dark and cuddled up, and in a whispery voice said (I’m not making this up)…

Oliver: Mumma… Sometimes… Sometimes your heart gets broken.

I hugged him tight. And then agreed with him.