Last night, B slept with me. I love that little boy something fierce, and it’s especially fun to cuddle and chat before he goes to sleep. He likes to talk about all sorts of deep things when it’s bedtime. Like bullies, or angels, or arguing with friends. Last night, though, he was super tired and he fell asleep almost immediately. But true to form, he kicked and tossed and TALKED, loudly, all night long. He was clearly playing Minecraft, one of the boys’ current Xbox favorites. At one point, he shouts “HEY! Who’s THAT?!” To which, I of course sit up immediately to figure out what he’s yelling about.
“In the watchtower!” Oh, the watchtower. I guess since there are no watchtowers in my home, it’s safe to assume he’s dreaming.
He continues on.
“Oh…. Ok…. Did you get them?” If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he had his headset on and was actually playing online with someone. But no, he was just dreaming. He “talked” to his friend Tyler, he mumbled incoherently, he played a little more Xbox… it woke me up continuously, but it was still cute to hear him.
When I woke him up this morning, he said “Mom, I had the best dream!”
Me: “Did you? Tell me all about it.”
B: “Well, first I was playing Xbox with Hannah. And then I got to have a sleepover with Adam. And then we went to the store and got to buy a (insert something here).”
Me: “That’s awesome! I love when I have great dreams like that. I knew you were playing Xbox, because you talked all night long in your sleep.”
B: “I did?!”
Me: “Yes! You were talking about Tyler, and Minecraft and all kinds of other stuff I couldn’t understand.”
B: “Did it make you mad?”
Me: “No, not at all! I love hearing you talk.”
B: “Well, that will sure be embarrassing when I’m a teenager.”
Me: “Talking in your sleep? Why?”
B: “You know, like when I have a girlfriend, and I am sleeping with her.”
Um… say what?!