Angel called out last night at 4 AM, and I went to her.
“Da gagigaygers come in my beboom and keep wakin’ me up,” she says sobbing. I asked her to repeat and she does through the tears. I ask again to repeat, and, I got all of it except gagigaygers.
I said, “What keeps coming in your room and waking you up?”
“Gagigaygers,” she says sobbing.
“Say that again honey.”
“Gagigaygers,” still more tears.
“Alligators?”
“Yay-yus,” with a big pouty lip.
“Oh baby, there are no alligators in your room,” I said warmly.
“Okay,” tears stop, flops down on bed.
Normally Daddy answers all the night-time children calls, but I did for some reason last night. I am so glad I didn’t miss that one! I paid for it by remaining wide awake for two more hours.[That is why Daddy usually jumps right up! It seems if my feet hit the floor for any reason, I am awake for hours.]
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Oh, that is so cute.When G was away, I had my own moments of thinking gagigaygers (or similar)were coming in my room too 🙂
Oh, that is so cute.When G was away, I had my own moments of thinking gagigaygers (or similar)were coming in my room too 🙂
Cute! I have the same problem with staying awake after I help the kids, so same solution- send in my hubby! 😉
Cute! I have the same problem with staying awake after I help the kids, so same solution- send in my hubby! 😉
Me too! Hence, Daddy does duty at night!Angel is a doll. 🙂
Me too! Hence, Daddy does duty at night!Angel is a doll. 🙂
LOL It reminds me of the time my oldest boy came home from school when he was only 5. He was crying. He said “Mommy I don’t like apricots” “Apricots?” I said, puzzled”Ya, I really don’t like apricots”. I said “I’ve never given you an apricot”. “Well don’t” he said still crying.It was not until he told me about a fight a boy had picked with him that I realized that it was not fruit he was referring to but the punch he had recieved to his chin…an UPPERCUT!
LOL It reminds me of the time my oldest boy came home from school when he was only 5. He was crying. He said “Mommy I don’t like apricots” “Apricots?” I said, puzzled”Ya, I really don’t like apricots”. I said “I’ve never given you an apricot”. “Well don’t” he said still crying.It was not until he told me about a fight a boy had picked with him that I realized that it was not fruit he was referring to but the punch he had recieved to his chin…an UPPERCUT!