Last night, Neil and I were getting in his bed about to say his prayers when I sat on a teddy bear that Mary Robin made for him - it growls, I mean REALLY growls! I could almost see the fear take over his body and he said, "Mommy, my room is going to turn into a volcano." I had no idea what to say or where this comment had come from, so I just tried to comfort him and let him know that his room definitely wasn't going to turn into a volcano. I showed him the bear that had actually made the noise and we pushed the button a few times. Thinking the volcano scenario had been forgotten, we bowed our heads and put our hands together for our nightly prayer. The volcano scenario DEFINITELY was not forgotten. We didn't get past "Now I lay me" before he was in absolute hysterics screaming about his room turning into a volcano.
A brief bit of history on this - Neil has seen a volcano exactly ONE time in his 2 1/2 years of life. We played putt putt back in March when we were in Myrtle Beach and in the middle of the course was a massive volcano that would erupt with fire and a loud noise every 15 minutes or so. The first time it went off we talked Neil through it and he seemed okay, the next time he was less okay and by the third time we were right beside the volcano and Neil wouldn't even put his ball down and play putt putt because he was staring at the volcano just waiting for it to erupt. It wasn't a terrible situation, but definitely one I remember. Never in a million years would I have thought that he would remember it - especially after almost 3 months.
Long story short, Neil ended up in the bed with me and Rodney and woke up about every 3 hours crying about his legs hurting. Poor kid - I remember having terrible growing pains as a child too. Tylenol was a sleep saver about 3:00 this morning. Needless to say I'm a little tired today, but at least we have a good story to tell!
