Never tease a sleepwalker
I sat up with a start when I realized my twelve year old son was standing
next to me. It was late and he had been sent to bed hours ago. I was, as usual,
checking my favorite online sites.
“I TOLD you to feed me!” He was obviously agitated. I
studied his face and looked into eyes which stared vacantly. Sleepwalking
again? He muttered some unintelligible words but I caught the gist of what he
was saying with, “I’m hungry! How am I supposed to help my parachuters without
food? I have to help them, now get me some food NOW!”
I giggled. Just a tiny one. I couldn’t help it. “I
don’t parachute, just like I don’t bungee jump. So what is it you need?”
“You never feed me. There’s never enough food around here!
Get me some food. I am responsible for my parachuter guys and I need food
now!” I was really grinning now. Maybe I really should limit his time spent with video games.
“Why are you laughing at me?” Uh, oh. He was coming around.
“I’m not laughing at you. I am trying to understand what you
“You make me so mad! You are too laughing at me! Nevermind,
I am going to bed.”