A couple of nights ago I had a nightmare. I was swimming with Adam (who is a non-swimmer) and he had slipped under the surface of the water. And I couldn't find him. Trauma! I awoke in a panic--EXREMELY agitated. There was to be no falling peacefully back to dreamyland. I tried to re-enter my dream and give it a happy ending, but it didn't work. (How come that never works?)
So after laying there, miserably awake for a good long while, I finally decided to go check on him. I laid down on his bed and just watched his little chest rise and fall with each breath. He is okay. He is fine. Finally he rolled over and looked at me.
"Mommy?"
"I had a bad dream," I explained.
"Well, Mommy, it was just a dream, and now it's time for you to go back into your own bed."
And so I ended up walking back down the hall, scratching my head and thinking that something seemed just a little out of place here...
All hail the indisputable King of Precociousland.
Long live the King!
2 comments:
How cute of pictures. He looks adorable. Sorry about the bad dream. How cute that he took care of you. Love you
Very cute :)
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