Last night as I put Sam to bed I asked him what he was going to dream about.
"I don't know."
I asked him if he ever dreamt in stories and he just looked at me blankly so I gave him an example of a dream I'd had a couple of days ago.
Short simple story: I was in the woods and was trying to escape because I had a plane to catch but I couldn't find my way out of the woods and I kept forgetting to bring things. Then I woke up.
"Mama, did you miss your plane?"
"I don't know, I woke up before then."
"Why did you miss your plane?"
"I don't know if I missed my plane. This is like a story where you don't read the end."
....
....
"Did you miss your plane."
I tried to explain over and over that it was a dream and there was no end but he seemed unable to grasp the concept.
Of course it could just be a strategy to keep me from leaving the room. Bedtimes have been miserable lately. We go through the usual routine but as soon as we leave the room he's up crying for us. It's been last a good 30 minutes or more every. single. night. He'll get over this stage quickly, right? Right? Please?
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Ummm....nope. It's gonna last through high school. ;-p
So, why did you miss your plane?? Did you get on another flight??
;-)
omg i soooo remember that stage..way worse with caitlin than robin. she used to bang her head against the door and scream and all the neighbors assumed i was abusing her. now i can't get either of them to get up in the morning.
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