Too smart for his own good...

So I'm lying in bed cuddling Ethan. He is stroking my arm as he tells me about his day. Not even two hours earlier he was getting into things and getting into to trouble so I decided to ask him what happened to my easy going Ethan, the little boy who listened and was so agreeable. His reply, to my dismay, "he died". I'm starting therapy next week!

Stephanie