Friday, August 29, 2008

Changed Directions?

So this morning at about 7:00AM, a very groggy and disoriented Tyler ambled into my room.

"Dad?" he said, leaning over the side of my bed.

"What's up, buddy?" I answered, yawning and blinking awake (sort of).

"The house..." he began, trying hard to form the complete concept in his sleepy mind. "The house... has shifted."

"I'm sorry? What was that?" I blinked again.

"The house..." (another pause) "...has changed directions."

Aha, I thought to myself. On Friday, all the industrial waste trucks come to collect the dumpster garbage around, which starts about 7AM. Combined with Tyler's occasional somnambulism (and vivid dreaming), I could see what might give him a sense of movement beyond his own body.

"The house hasn't moved, buddy."

"It hasn't?"

"No, it hasn't. Why don't you go back to sleep..."


Then he leaned over further, gave me a hug, and shuffled back to his room.

This is my world of parenthood.


Ali said...

Oooh, I get this one too! My Seb has some things in common with Tyler it seems. Major kudos for being able to sort out the moving house issue so quickly and lucidly!


Lucy Leadskin said...

Tyler gets a hug from me, too. Life can be strange in SleepWorld (sleep paralysis is fun, too - try it sometime).