When you have a four year old with a very active imagination, you never know what the next conversation is going to be about or when you might have to have it. This one happened at 3:00 in the morning yesterday.
Liam: "Mommy, MOMMY, MMOOMMMMYY!"
Me: Stumbles out of bed and across the hall. "What's wrong?"
Liam: "Turn on my actual light."
Me: Turns on light. "What's wrong?"
Liam: "Come sit with me."
Me: Plods across the room and flops onto the bed and closes my eyes, realizing that the boy is not upset, he is happy and full of energy.
Liam: "Mommy, sit up and open your eyes. You need to look at me."
Me: Slowly sits up. "Why aren't you sleeping?'
Liam: "Mommy, a long time ago, when I was a baby a driller bug drilled these two fingers."
Liam: "A long time ago, when I was a baby a driller bug drilled these two fingers."
Me: "What is a driller bug?"
Liam: "A driller bug is a green bug with four legs that goes 'chut chut chut bzzzzz' and drills."
Me: "Umm, OK, where did you see a bug like that?"
Liam: "I saw it a long time ago when I was a baby, when it drilled these two fingers. But it's OK. WHen I grew up and was a three year old, the thing the driller bug gave me when it drilled into my fingers died and fell off."
Me: "Ummm, that's good."
Liam: "I think the driller bug is under my bed or a big rock."
Me: "There is no driller bug under your bed."
Liam: "What about a big rock?"
Me: "I guess there might be a driller bug under a big rock somewhere."
Liam: "No, Mommy, under my bed. Is there a big rock under my bed? A giant rock?"
Me: "No, there ar eno rocks under your bed."
Liam: "There is something under my bed. It is either a driller bug or a big giant rock."
Me: "No, there's not."
Liam: Leans over and looks under the bed. "You're right. It must have disappeared."
Me: "Can you go back to sleep now?"
Liam: "Yep, good night Mommy."
Me: "Good night Liam." Turn off the light and close the door.
Me: Open the door. "What?"
Liam: "You forgot to say I love you."
Me: "I love you Liam."
Liam: "I love you too."
So, I have no idea where I was when the driller bug was drilling into my baby's fingers. Or why I didn't notice when the "thing" died and fell off. But there you have it. The Driller Bug Story. The fun things I do at 3:00am!