Thanks for Nothing…Santa?
Rowdy Rebel has always had an overly active imagination. This is sometimes really fascinating to watch. But in his sleep, it can cause problems. The other night he was making upset sounds in his sleep saying “STOP IT. That’s BAD. Don’t DO THAT!”
I went to rub him, which seems to help calm him in his sleep sometimes. But he kept twisting and turning and acting agitated in his sleep. So, I gently woke him up and said, “It’s okay, Sweetie, you are just having a dream. Tell me about it.”
He said, “Santa is BAD. He couldn’t come through our chimley.” [We don’t have a chimney.] “So, he took a hammer and started banging it on our roof. And he banged and banged, and made a HOLE to climb through in our HOUSE.”
This nightmare must have had roots in the “Three Little Pigs” bedtime story we’ve been telling…But I still haven’t figured out the Santa connection…
Anyway, I started to console him, but he put his arms around me and yelled “You broke our house! THANKS FOR NOTHING, SANTA!” Had he not sounded so incredibly hurt and offended, I think this comment would have made me laugh aloud for days…But instead, we had a talk about Santa and dreams. And Rowdy Rebel felt much better pretty quickly:)
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