Last night, Jack came running up to me, jumped in my lap and gave me a huge hug. He said that he would always love me even after I was dead. Then he hugged me again. I told him that I would always love him, too. He replied,
“Yeah, like who forgets their mom after they’re dead. That’s just rude. Anyway, like I have a choice. You’ll probably just come back and haunt me if I don’t.”
I see dead people.