Monday, June 9, 2008

She Kilt Me.

I have always been into dreams and what they could mean. Its a weird, fascinating, alternate world, sleep.

The fourth morning that our kids were with us I got to hear a good, creepy one. Not good as in a good pleasant thing, but good as in, I like creepy stuff so it was good.

I heard a noise and looked up to see my five year old entering my bedroom. My husband was working so it was just me and the dogs (yes, I sleep with my dogs). I sat up groggily and asked him what he was doing. He said he had a bad dream. Oh goody, my first, "I had a bad dream" experience as a Mom. I have to admit, I was a little exited about it. I very mother-like sat him on the edge of the bed and hugged him and asked what it was all about. He said:

There was a girl, who was a grown up, and she had a fly on her tongue and she stuck it out at me. Then she took me to her house.

ME: Oh, what did she do then?
MY SON: She kilt me.

Wow. The only way that would have creeped me out more is if he had said a clown had taken him....

I had punished him the night before and sent him to bed early. After I hugged him some more and put him back in his bed, I got up, went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and stuck out my tongue. No fly.

1 comment:

Erin said...

You did a great job handling your first bad dream! V wakes up in the morning telling me of the bad dreams she had but she was "too sleepy to get up and come talk about them." LOL!