Better use duct tape

It was another morning of waking to thrashing limbs and screams of “NO! Read me THAT book!! Read me THAAAAT BOOOOOOK!” Seriously, I don’t know what crazy dream person is tormenting my kid, but whoever it is, JUST READ HIM THE DAMN BOOK ALREADY.

It was reeeeeeally early when he was jolted out of sleep by the Evil No Book Monster, but the Lorso had already been up for a few minutes in an attempt to beat some morning storms on the way to work. I flopped back into bed for the 20 or so minutes that the Lorso was still around, and then I felt Bug’s tiny, icy fingers on my face. “Mama, do you want me to give you ten minutes?” He has learned that this is how his parents like to be woken up – in stages. I mumbled yes and then rolled over. Two minutes later he came back in and said “Has it been ten minutes?” Damn, I thought in my head under the covers. I forgot HE CAN’T TELL TIME.

But he let me lounge in bed for a few more minutes, crawling around on top of me and sticking his face in the crook of my neck. “You’re my warmest Mommy,” he said with a sigh. I guess he was feeling particularly loving toward me, because then he said, “Mama, if your arm fell off, I would tape it.” Aw, I thought. That’s so sweet. And weird.

Isn’t that all we can really ask for though? For our children to love us enough that they would reattach our stray limbs?

I think so.

February 26, 2008   4 Comments