C-Man, while waking up: Did the doctor say to take the omeprazole twice a day? Was I here for the whole conversation with him?
Me: Yes, and pretty much yes.
C-Man: I’m so glad I get to see my son again. I’m so glad I’m going to be here to raise him. Not that you couldn’t do a perfectly fine job by yourself.
Me: I’d rather do it with you, though.
C-Man: Seriously, if I die, don’t waste any time, find someone to help you.
Me: But I don’t want to date. I’d just have your mom move in.
Me: We get along.
C-Man: Did the doctor say to take the omeprazole twice a day? And I was here for the whole conversation with him, right?