So I've alluded to the fact that my two year old son is afraid of bugs. As in, he won't go down the slide if there is a lady bug on it.
Last night we had a bug emergency.
8:00 pm
Me: Good night honey, have a good sleep.
Cade: I need a hug and a kiss.
Me: (to self) What a sweet boy
8:05 pm
Me: What are you doing out of bed?
Cade: (eyes welling) I hear a buzzing sound.
Me: Okay, let's go check it out.
We walk hand-in-hand back to his room, sit on his bed quietly.
Me: Honey, there isn't a buzzing sound, everything is okay. It's time to go to bed.
Cade: (bottom lip in full pouting mode) NNNNNNOOOOOOO! Mom, there's.....(pause while the tears and volume build) BUGS!
Me: Look, there aren't any bugs. It's okay. Go to sleep. (leave room with son whimpering)
8:10 pm
Me: What are you doing out of bed?
Cade: THERE ARE BUGS ON MY FLOOR!
Me: Honey, seriously, there are no bugs. Anyway, bugs don't hurt you (slight lie in some cases). It's time for bed.
Cade: (bawling) BUGSBUGSBUGSBUGSBUGSBUGSBUGSBUGS
Me: Okay, I'll lay down with you for a few minutes.
Cade: (thumb in mouth, nods consent)
8:45 pm
Me: Get back in bed!
Cade: (hysterically) The bugs are getting me!
Me: No they're not. It's the season finale of Dancing with the Stars! Go back to bed! Do you need a spank?
Cade: The bugs will get me!
Me: (exasperated) Let's go. Get in bed.
Leave room with son in an all-out bawl.
9:00 pm
Me: (feeling bad for letting my little boy cry until he is hiccuping so that I can watch DWTS) Sweetheart, it's okay, I promise.
Cade: thebugsthebugsthebugsthebugsaregettingme thebugsthebugsthebugsthebugsaregettingme
Me: Do you want Daddy to lay with you for a few minutes?
Cade: nods and hiccups
9:30
Finally, sleep....
9:45
Huge june bug comes buzzing down the hallway, throwing itself against the light of the television.
5 comments:
aaaaaaaaaaaaand cue the "this has been a message from the church of latter day saints"
Even though your posts only come about once a month, I always know they are going to be good. I LOL'ed.
That's pretty funny. Wonder where he got that phobia? And now you know he's not making it up.
Oh I think I remember someone crying with a helmet on her head because mosquitoes where going to get her in bed!
I distinctly remember that high-pitched buzzing. That was traumatic.
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