Monday, October 02, 2006
Sir Maxelot In The Dragon's Lair
I am a genius and here is why: We have been trying for awhile now to get Max to spend at least part of each night in his little bed, which is on the floor near ours. (This isn't the part where I am a genius, but it is background information.) Max has been trying for awhile now to convince us that this is not a good idea. He will usually go to sleep in his little bed easily and cheerfully enough, if his mama is there to snuggle him to sleep. About fifteen or twenty minutes later, however, he will flail in his sleep, open his eyes, and convey both through facial expression and through auditory assault that he is unhappy to find himself alone. Last week, however, I had a thought. (This is the beginning of the part where I am a genius.) If Max does his flailing thing while I am still lying there, he will resettle himself without waking up as soon as his hand touches me. It occurred to me that sleeping Max could potentially be fooled by a decoy. (This is the part where my genius really begins to flower.) We got this dragon at Ikea awhile ago, and it is almost as long as I am. As soon as Max went to sleep, I sidled away from him, and replaced myself with the dragon. Twenty minutes later, Max's arm shot out, touched dragon, and was apparently satisfied. He slept in his little bed for three hours that night, and has done so every night since. There is nothing quite as beautiful as the love that exists between a boy and his dragon.
Posted by Chelsa at 11:45 PM