Scene: 11pm last night in the living room where Rachel and I are watching the end of a show. Andy appears in the doorframe after having been in bed since 9:30.
Andrew: "Where's Mom?"
Rachel and I answer at the same time: "Here."
He appears to look at Rachel and then to me.
Andrew: "Where's Mom?"
Me: "Right here."
He looks through me.
Andrew: "Where is she?"
Me: "Right here, Andrew."
He is clearly getting agitated.
Andrew: "Where IS SHE?"
I start to get up, answering again "I'm right here."
Andrew: "WHERE IS SHE?"
I get to him, put my face in his and say "Andrew, I'm right here. Let's go back to bed." And he's staring at me or through me. Eyes open but not seeing.
Because that kid? Is asleep.
He has always been my talker and a sometimes walker during his sleep. I've woken up several times to him standing on my side of the bed just yammering away unintelligibly. He never remembers anything.
But the best was the time we were in Montana. All 5 of us were in the basement and Kevin and I were just drifting off when Andy bolts straight up, having been asleep for at least an hour or two, and loudly says "Stop it Mommy. No, those aren't our penguins." And then he flopped back down again, dead to the world.
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