Hearing a thump in the middle of the night is an enlightening experience. Enlightening in terms of needing to turn the light on. It’s also enlightening in that I’ve learned, as the Parent, small children falling out of bed in the middle of the night rarely sustain injuries (this event, however, results in other people sustaining injuries as will be explained later). The small Child rolls out bed and descends through the air for a while until he contacts the floor. He does this while still asleep. Upon contacting the floor, such contact producing a fairly loud thumping noise which then awakens the parent (me), the Child then awakes. The Child at this point sprawls there for a moment in dazed thought (reflecting, perhaps, on quantum theory or the state of American politics or whether Barney is real or merely exists inside that magical black box). The Child then proceeds to the howling stage. Parent (me) rushes in, trips on train set and ends up impaling himself on several legos and a wooden sword. The Child learns some interesting words that Parent usually does not use. Parent hopes that the Child will not remember these words once the morning comes. The Child is redeposited into bed. Parent limps off to his bed.
Life is mainly made up of waiting to hear that thump in the middle of the night.
2 thoughts on “A Thump in the Middle of the Night”
Do you think he’d buy the theory that the interesting words came from a bad person whom he encountered in a dream? Because, obviously, the Parent would never use such words.
That’s a great idea. I’ll just tell him he heard those strange, non-English words in a dream. He’ll probably discard ’em as viable at that point.