Lately, the Boy has been crawling into our bed around 3 AM every night, saying, “My room is too scary.” Groggily, we feel him stumble over us and plop into bed, only to whine a few minutes later, “I don’t have a pillow!”
Last night, he had trouble falling asleep so he went into our bed and read until he fell asleep. I went up to bed and he was sprawled out next to his animal encylopedia, fast asleep. I awkwardly picked him up to transport him to his own bed, and he started to protest, “no! no!” I thought he wanted to stay in our bed, but the next sentence was, “I have to finish my building!”
I’ve always wondered what he dreams about. Considering how much time he spends pretending to be Bob the Builder when he is awake, I shouldn’t be terribly surprised. Perhaps he IS Bob the Builder.