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Dear TJ,
You had the hiccups the other night. You’d just finished up your bath with Daddy, and I heard him say something about needing Mommy to come upstairs to scare you. I wanted to help. So I put a blanket over my head, jumped into your room, and said, “Rawr!”
And you burst into tears.
I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be too scary. And I’m sorry for laughing about it, because it seemed funny once we got you to calm down and stop crying. Next time, I’ll dial down the scare level!
Love,
Mommy
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That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
Oh no… poor baby… but I have to apologize for laughing. 🙂
My daughter had the hiccups in my tummy… for months! It was pretty funny.
You’re forgiven for laughing. I had to laugh, too!