At 2:30 this morning, Thane and I were having a conversation.
“Thane, are you okay?”
“Oh yes, Mama. I foine.”
“Can you go to sleep?”
“Oh, no, Mama . . . I don’t see . . . I don’t see . . . I don’t see . . .”
“What are you looking for?”
“I don’t see it. I don’t see. Orange spots.”
“You don’t see orange spots?”
“No, I don’t see. I don’t see orange spots on tummy.”
“Thaney, does your tummy hurt?” (Not uncommon with his allergies and intolerances)
“Yes, tummy hurt. I don’t see orange spots. Jammies.”
“Are your pajamas bothering you?” We have had to switch to L.L. Bean cotton footed pajamas as I can’t seem to find any other brand in a 4T, but they are very loose and he doesn’t like the change.
“No. I move. I move. Slide down. Slide down.”
“Lovey, it’s time for bed, will you please go to sleep.”
He pulled his weighted blanket over his head and drifted off to sleep within a couple of minutes.
I, on the other hand, lay awake for about a half hour trying to figure out what on earth the orange spots were . . . and marveling at the fact that we’re having such conversations, even if I don’t fully get it!