Stomp stomp kick!

5:30 AM. I’m awake reading because I couldn’t go back to sleep from our 3AM visit from the 3 year old. I hear the door to his room open.
*stompstompstompstompSTOMPKICK*

The door to our bedroom sticks a bit, but it flies open like it’s a home invasion being executed by the world’s worst burglars.

*STOMPSTOMP*

He stands before our bed.
In the darkness, we hear a low, guttural growl.

“I WANT TO GO OUTSIDE AND EAT ICE CREAM”

“What?”

He leaned in closer, and then head-butts my wife.

“Oww!”

“I. WANT. TO. GO. OUTSIDE. AND. EAT. ICE CREAM.”

Mrs. Nostrikethat is trying to take this seriously, but I have completely lost it and I’m cackling like a kleptomaniac at a convention for nearsighted jewelers.

It turns out he had a nightmare involving his scooter, being in time-out, and not getting ice cream while everyone else did.

Me too, buddy. Me too.

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5 responses to “Stomp stomp kick!”

  1. AC says :

    That’s what they do!

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  2. Lydia Devadason says :

    Brilliant! My three year old came in the other day, beaming, because she’d had a ‘friendly, happy dream’ in which a crocodile bit the heads off lots of people – I said that I thought that might be a scary dream and she said ‘no, because the doctor stuck their heads back on with glue!’ Fair enough 🙂

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  3. maurnas says :

    Shit, I want to go outside and eat ice cream at 3am too! That sounds amazing. You could start a movement.

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  4. Terry Robinson says :

    That is one cute kid – my daughter used to sit for his twin I think!

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  5. hilarymillican says :

    My favorite thing about this post: the analogies 😀 You’ve got mad talent for them, my friend

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