Papa Eric says that when I grin in my sleep I am thinking of him. Don’t tell him the truth because he might feel bad. But I only dream about my Mom and about eating. Sleeping is good. Dry diapers are good. My Dad is really nice and stuff. I have tons of aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents who love me lots. I have recently begun noticing how cool overhead fans are. What are those things, anyway? I like to see the color red sometimes or bright light from the skylight. But I only dream about Mom and about eating. I like to eat.
