I fall asleep in my son's bed, frequently. His bed is like a cloud, I swear to God. Wrapped in my blue, fleece, floor-length bath robe I read him books tucked under his cozy comforter. If I'm especially tired and I'm reading passages I've read a million times, I slip into auto-pilot. My dreaming will start when I'm still awake. While Papa Bear is supposed to be giving a stern lecture to those naughty cubs, I will start to talk about things like purple basketballs and corn on the cob until a stern MOM brings me back to book in my hands.
Last night I finished the the book we were reading and involuntarily shut my eyes for a few minutes before bolting awake again since I knew I couldn't go to bed yet. Once downstairs I realized my iPhone had slipped out of my pocket and was still in his bed. The last time this happened I wound up with 18 photos of his closet on my phone.
I could see his lights were still on and as I slowly opened his door he dove under the covers. My iPhone please.. I said holding out my hand.
He popped out from the blankets excitedly. He just had to show me this one thing! Did I know that my phone played videos?
Uh oh. He was pointing to my YouTube app.
It plays Rock N Roll videos!
Oh good lord, what has he seen.
Wait, wait, mom, really, you have to see this..
First he smiled, then he chuckled. Then the shoulders started- that's the best. The silent giggle. When no sounds are coming out but he's so filled with glee he can't contain it.
I should have scolded him for being up too late playing around with things on my iPhone without permission, but the shoulders, they shook and I had no choice but to give in.