Sometime last night, Doodle Bug had a bad dream. He came scooting into our room, the sound of the door slamming into the wall dragging the Doctor and I halfway to consciousness. Doodle whispered something about Chuck E. Cheese and mosquitoes and teddy bears, and asked to get in bed with us.
As usual, the Doctor and I both opened our mouths and two different answers came out. He said, "Sure, go climb up on your mom's side." and I said, "Absolutely not, go back to your own bed."
Two hours later, I got tired of Doodle smacking me in the face with his elbows and snuffling in my hair, so I poked him in the ribs, and told him to go back to his own bed. I don't think he was actually awake, because he did it. If he'd been awake, he would've talked me into sleeping in his bed while he stayed in mine, and then I'd somehow be bringing him breffy in bed on a tray. Someday, that kid's going to end up in a job where he talks people into doing stuff they don't want to do.
I asked him about the dream this morning, and here is what he told me:
"In my dream, I was at Chuck E. Cheese, and I ran out of tokens, so I went to the counter to ask for more. When I did, they started falling on the ground, but they came out of the ceiling. I looked up and there was a big hole in the ceiling and these teddy bear mosquitoes where flying up there, throwing tokens at me! It was terrible!"
I told him that it couldn't really have been all that bad. Teddy bears are cuddly and fun, after all.
He looked at me like I was nuts (a look I get frequently around here). "Didn't I tell you about the flying mosquito part?"
To which I pointed out that of course they were flying. That's how they get around. Also, they were handing out free tokens.
Again with the look, but then he muttered something under his breath about throwing them at me really hard, and walked off down the hall.
So today, I made him this collage. Because that's just the kind of mom I am.
* UPDATE: I showed Doodle Bug my artwork when he got home from school, and I got that special look. Again. Then he wandered around the house for the next two hours holding the paper, and asking, "But, why would you do this?" over and over again. I think that means he liked it.
