I’ve discussed my son’s revolving door of Preciouses- those things that for a gleaming moment (or day) or two become the touchstone of his world. Many have been things you’d expect: his big and small Lightning McQueen Pillow Pets, along with Mater. He’s had his favorite machines: his wooden bulldozer, his diggers, his tractors. Some of these items end up in his bed at night.Some of this is odd shit. Donut has already had an honorable mention ( Do or Donut. There Is No Try. | Dramatic Momologue https://larva225.wordpress.com/2015/05/22/do-or-donut-there-is-no-try/) and is still very much alive and well. Each night he falls asleep with a Donut blanket. I suppose I should be grateful since he won’t allow any other blanket to touch his bare flesh. I sneak in later and gently remove it, afraid Donut may deflate in the night and either suffocate him or cause such emotional trauma that we’d need a team of therapists.
I thought I’d put together a list of his bed mates (so far) for posterity, odd things only:
- A mechanical worm
- Donut (duh)
- A Xmas ornament
- A small cage
- A can of soup
- Paper clips
- A paper crane
- A water bottle
- A toy fire truck ladder
- And (drum roll) A. CAN. OF. PAINT.
Yep. That’s the latest. He’s been breaking into his closet at night in the dark and digging out the leftover quart cans of paint from their nursery polka-dots and dragging them into bed with him and Donut.
I generally try to sneak this shit out, particularly if it’s large/angular/noisy/spillable. But geez, y’all! What’s next? A loaf of bread? A scalpel? Shoes?