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.