“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch you must first invent the universe” -Carl Sagan
The house is quiet, except for the gentle tapping sound coming from my two year old’s room.
The house is dark, his room is bathed in the blue light of a Nascar Night Light giving it an extraterrestrial quality. When I go in there at night, I think of Star Trek. Apparently it’s just enough light for tapping…something.
I was jostled out of my deep coma, the one that arises when I start to read something. I was reading lyrics from the song “A Glorious Dawn”.
Anyhow, out of my coma, I realized that there was a clanking, tapping, tinkling noise combination coming from Q’s room. I thought to myself, “What did his father let him take to his bed?” He already sleeps with a rubber rat, a dinosaur, a few matchbox cars, a baby block with a zebra inside of it, half a dozen stuffed animals, and all of the cast of “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse”, excepting Daisy, Pluto, and Minnie, because we haven’t been able to track them down.
I decided to investigate. Looking into his room I saw a little body, about two and a half feet tall and wearing dinosaur pajamas with textured feet (to prevent falls I guess), climbing BACK into his bed. He didn’t see me. He didn’t hear me. He was too busy being stealthy as he broke the rule of NO GETTING OUT OF BED UNLESS WE SAY SO.
I had to walk away. I was going to laugh and he was going to notice me laughing, and maybe next time he wouldn’t be as stealthy about it. Besides, remember when YOU were two-ish, and you weren’t tired, and there was that elusive toy on the ground and you NEEDED IT?
When I was a child, I read a lot of Nancy Drew and Boxcar Children. Somehow that translated into me microwaving frozen burritos and hiding them in various locations in the living room. At night I would sneak out of my bed and eat them. So when I see my little guy crawling back into his bed it takes me back. Besides, he doesn’t know how to use the microwave yet.