And so, the morning right after my son fell down from the bed and became Harry Potter, the husband and I were both feeling super groggy and sleep deprived but managed to struggle to get to work. That morning, the kiddo looked better and doesn’t seemed bothered anymore, which in my opinion, is super good news. I snapped a picture of him and posted this on Instagram before we left the house. The husband drop me off at the train station every morning and somehow, the following conversation started in the car while driving on the road. D: Eh, you know? You now know have a story for your blog with…