I had a weird dream last night. I was playing with/babysitting a baby boy. He was less than a year old, but old enough to crawl. He wasn't my son, I think he might have been my nephew, which is kind of sad because my sister-in-law had a miscarriage two weeks ago. Of maybe it's just hopeful for what the future holds.
In either case, I was looking after the little guy and playing with him. But I wasn't just normal me, I could do magic (stupid HP books). He was lying on a playmat and I was levitating it around, but he kept crawling around the mat and I was scared to death that he was going to crawl off the edge. So I was constantly switching between flying him around to entertain him and landing him quickly to save his neck. It was pretty hectic.
In either case, I was looking after the little guy and playing with him. But I wasn't just normal me, I could do magic (stupid HP books). He was lying on a playmat and I was levitating it around, but he kept crawling around the mat and I was scared to death that he was going to crawl off the edge. So I was constantly switching between flying him around to entertain him and landing him quickly to save his neck. It was pretty hectic.