Kids Do the Weirdest Things
There was a thunderstorm in my area last night, and my oldest son came into my room and got in the bed because he was scared. No problem. I comforted him and rolled over to go back to sleep.
About 2:30 a.m., I rolled over and half-woke. Suddenly, my son slapped me. It was one of those swift, sharp smacks like you might do to a dog that was annoying you and doing something you wanted it to quit. I was rather stunned. I said, “Why did you hit me!?” My son said, “Because you were bothering me.” I said, “I’ve been lying here asleep … how was I bothering you?” He said, “Not you, Mikey.” (His younger brother). I said, “Mikey is in his room, in bed asleep. He’s not bothering you either. And it doesn’t matter who it was, you don’t hit people.” And then I rolled back over and went back to sleep.
Now, here’s the weird bit. When the alarm went off this morning, I turned to my son and said, “Do you want to talk about why you hit me last night?” And he said, “I didn’t hit you.” He didn’t remember a bit about what happened, or any of the conversation. Then he started telling me a dream he’d had, and there was a dog chasing him, so he turned around and smacked its nose … just like he’d smacked me.
How weird is that?!