
Every morning Benjamin and I lay in bed for a while talking...about his dreams,... about his thoughts, ...about what we are going to that day...yesterday we booked tickets to go visit Lilly and his new couisin Audrey -so this morning I was asking him..."Who are we going to visit soon?" "Conard?" "no",... "Eddie?" "no"... "Vic?"..."no"..."Vic was sick with a dick prick stick... That ryhmes mom!..." "Yes, it does!"...