Last night, at 12:49 a.m., Connor crawled into our bed. I didn’t even realize that he had come in the room, much less crawled in between Derek and I until I felt my earring being nearly ripped out of my ear. Suddenly I am awake and frantic. “Derek! Help! Connor is stuck on my earring. I’m caught! OW. OW. OWWWWW!! Get him off, get him off!” I was way less than calm about the whole thing, which of course sent Connor into hysterics. And the more hysterical he got, the more he pulled on my poor ear, and the more hysterical I got. Finally I heard a rip, and my earlobe was on fire. I was sure he had just ripped my ear in half, but luckily it was just the night time causing me to be way over dramatic about the whole thing. But my ear is really sore today.
I calmed Connor down and walked him back to his room. I asked him why he got up.
“Mom, an airplane just landed on our sidewalk and it’s lights are on and I wanted you to see!”
I sure am glad that I nearly got my ear ripped in half so that I could be a part of Connor’s little delusion.