Monday, August 22, 2016
Operation Sandman, Night 6: "The amount of sleep needed by the average person is five more minutes."
When I got him in bed tonight, I started to walk back out the door. He got mad and stormed into the hall. I showed him that I was sitting down the hall -- I'm five feet from his door, out of his sight, with the door half-closed. He went downstairs and tapped the picture for 'car ride,' but since we'd just come from that I told him no, it's bedtime. He groused quite a bit but he's in bed and laying quietly now.
... Literally just as I typed that last line, Mr Bunches whispered from inside the room. "Hey dad," he said.
"What is it?" I whispered.
Mr F yelled something over Mr Bunches' answer. When Mr F calmed down I whispered "Say it again?"
Mr Bunches whispered: "I dreamed that when I was little I hurt my head on the snow and ice."
"It was only a dream," I told him. "Your head is okay."