The other night I woke up to blood curdling screams, and before my eyes were even opened all they way I had sprinted up the stairs and into Case’s room. Even though I seemed to have skipped five steps at a time, by the time I got in there Sista-Mom number 1 was at his side tending to Case’s every need.
Apparently he had fallen head first down the crack between his bed and the wall. When Anna arrived he was in the middle of a stuck and sleepy fit. When I arrived all was back to normal, but Case Still landed a more secure spot downstairs in my bed for the rest of the night.
So, with that event in mind as I was tucking him in last night, I suggested that he scoot more towards the middle of his bed. He looked at me with the biggest tearful little eyes and questioned me. “The middle?!?!” He asked, as if it was the most outlandish suggestion on earth. I said, “yes! So you don’t fall again tonight.”
With this he started to cry and said, “I can’t sleep in the middle! I toot towards the middle of my bed every night!”
Yes! I kid you not! I can’t even make this stuff up! He will kill me one day for writing this, but I never want to forget he said that! I died on the inside and though “WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEN??” But, I knew I couldn’t laugh at him right then. He was dead serious! I just said, “buddy! If you can’t sleep in the middle because of your toots, then I suggest you get all your poot’n out before you get in the bed!”
What am I going to do with this kid????
By the way- the picture is from church a couple of Sundays ago, I can only hope the people around us are soaking in the message better than me - - - but, I know he is getting it, so I let him be!!
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