One breath...

...my little boy walks into the kitchen

"Mom, what is for lunch?  What are you making?  Why do you need that spoon?  Wait, did you hear that noise?  Mom, do you?  Where is the dog?  Why does she lay down right there?  Wait, there is that noise again, you hear it?  Do you?  Mom, why are you not answering?  Do you hear me?  I can't hear you..."  He looks away for a moment.

Two breaths...

"Mom, I was wondering about that dog in the movie?  What was his name?  What was the cat's name?  Oh, he was so funny, don't you think so?  Are you still making lunch?  You stopped, do you want to ask me a question?  Why are you looking at me so funny?  What's so funny?  Why are you laughing?  Where is everyone?"  He stops to look down the hallway.

Three breaths...

"Mom, I'm hungry when do we eat?  What are you making?  Can I help you?  Where did the dog go?  I didn't hear her leave, did you?  I like having the windows open, don't you?  I'm hot, can I have some juice?  Are we swimming today?  I like swimming, don't you?  I'm hungry, are you done yet?  I'm going to go to the basement to play with everybody, okay?"  He walked to the basement door.

Four breaths...


...I...may...not...make...it...through...the..."threes"....