Sometimes I wonder just where my kids came from.
I had this conversation with my son one night this week. I went into their room late at night because I thought I heard my daughter cry. As soon as I stepped into the room, my son jumped up in the bed, pointing towards their TV stand with fear in his eyes.
Son: Birds! Birds! Birds!
Me: *jumping a little to the side* What???
Son: BIRDS!!! *still pointing and now sitting on the end of his bed*
Me: *looking towards his outstretched arm* Huh??
Son: There are birds over there! I know, I saw it!
Me: There are no birds in your room.
Son: I saw it!!
Me: How’d the bird get into your room?
Son: *giving me a look of “How the F should I know?*
Me: Go back to sleep.
What the hell does he dream about? Fortunately, these conversations happen with him all of the time. It’s definitely a source of humor. I should really record them so that his future wife can continue to torture him about it when he has left our house.
Until next time….