Some nights, C has nightmares. He calls them “mean dreams”, and they are quite traumatizing for him. Around 4:00 this morning, C came running into our room. He had apparently had a mean dream about pirates, and he wanted to sleep with us.
Breaking from our standard policy, we decided to allow it. While J went to check on his little brother to make sure he hadn’t been awakened, C climbed into bed.
After tucking him in, I rolled over, saying “Goodnight, big guy”.
“Good night big guy,” he replied. Then, after a pause, “You’re a big guy too!”
Yup. I’m a big guy too.
“And I’m a little guy. I’m a big guy and a little guy. I’m both.”
“Momma’s not a big guy, though.”
“She’s a little lady.”
That’s right. A little lady.
“And a big lady too! She’s both.”
Hmm… You might not want to share that with her.
J returned and climbed into bed, and the three of us had about 3 minutes of quiet before he couldn’t contain himself any more.
“Momma, you’re a big girl!”