Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Last weekend, we invited Fezzik's best friend (who we'll call Tommy) over to spend the night. They had a grand time watching Star Wars Episode 1 (give them a break, they're 4 and 5 years old), playing with Legos and pretending to be robots.
When we tucked them into bed, they each got to pick a story. We read their stories and turned out the lights. They had flashlights, and about 45 minutes of nonstop giggling followed.
At 10:30, I decided it was time to turn out the flashlights (because Lawnboy had to work at 4 am, otherwise, I would have let them play). I went in, said "ok, boys, time to go to sleep. Tommy, Fezzik's dad and I will be right across the hall if you need anything. If you get scared, or wake up in the middle of the night, just come over or call us and we'll help you. We can call your mom and dad if you get scared, and they'll come pick you up."
"Ok Fezzik's Mommy."
Then, more giggles for about 10 minutes. Lan and I went to bed, and not 5 minutes later I heard a quiet voice say, "Um, Fezzik's Mommy? I am scared. I want my mom and dad."
No problem kiddo. We called them and read Dinotopia until they arrived.
Better luck next time.
Posted by kath at 10:06 AM