"I scared!"--David Tidbits

This morning around 5 am, David came screaming and crying to our room. I was less than pleased. Don’t get me wrong, I love the little monster, but I pretty much don’t like anyone at 5am. I tried to hush him as best as I could and took him back to his room (to which he was adamantly opposed). I climbed up in bed with him and snuggled under the covers, hoping to convince him that I’d be staying there the rest of the night.

Of course he was fanatically aware of every single move I made, trying to discern whether or not I was trying to trick him and go slip back into my own bed. I finally devised that I could possibly bribe him into sleep mode with a sippy-cup full of milk. Worked like a charm. I quietly snuck out of his bedroom and collapsed in my oh-so-amazingly-soft-and-ROOMY bed.

About an hour later, he came running in again, crying inconsolably. I just relented and let him crawl up into bed with me (which in retrospect was quite lovely and sweet). I tried to calm him down and asked him what was wrong and he replied “Venom scared me!” I’ll admit I didn’t get the translation right on the first try (seeing as how I wasn’t completely coherent in the first place), but I eventually figured out that he must have had a nightmare about his latest craptastic McDonald’s toy—a little figurine of the Spiderman character “Venom.”
The culprit

Bless his heart…he loves those “boy” toys but they scare him too. It reminded me of when I was 5 years old, and went as a witch for Halloween. I had one of those super-scary masks to go with my costume (what was my mom thinking?) When I put on the mask and looked in the mirror, I let out a blood-curdling scream and almost peed my pants in terror.


He fell asleep like this on Saturday. You know you’re really tired when you don’t even care if you can breathe.