Sunday, July 21, 2013

where’s waldo?

A game of where’s waldo….if I’m peaking in at night, without my glasses, I cannot see Mister Wilson.  Thankfully, I know his habits well enough to know he’s under that pile of dinosaur sheets. 

Most nights this is how I find him when making the evening rounds. The sheets up over his head, pulled in tight.  Still scares me every time though.


I always pull back the sheets to find a sweaty Mister Wilson.  It took me awhile to realize this is how he falls asleep when he is afraid a wolf/dinosaur/alligator is going to get him. I can’t tell you how many nights he has come into our room, swinging his frogs yelling that someone is chasing him.  Poor kid really lives out his dreams. 


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