It's late. Sophie is asleep, but on the top bunk, Seb is restless and reading. He had a bath and then bed but still after 40 minutes, he is not switched off. He knows enough to ask me to lie with him, so I do. He asks if I will read to him, but the rule is lights out and a cuddle.
He starts to rattle off all sorts of information about books he has been reading. After a few minutes, I ask him to tell me how his body feels. "Not tired" he says, as I feel it buzz away next to me.
I ask him what would help him wind down. "Counting sheep" he says. "Except there will be blood and guts because I don't like sheep. So they get stuck on barbed wire".
Being a parent of an 8 year old boy with a vivid and to be honest folks, violent imaginative, I try to take this in stride and suggest that there might be better things to count before sleep, such as ummm, how many cupcakes could an 8 year old bake, decorate and eat.
He is asleep within 4 minutes and I am left sleepless and fretting.
3 comments:
8 year old boys, even good boys, dig talking about guts and gore. Fact.
What about cutting off their fictional enemies' arms and then legs but then shooting them to put them out of their suffering???? Where does he get this stuff?
I stopped asking the "where do they get this stuff?" question a loooooooong time ago, and am a happier man because of it.
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