This morning, while I lay in blissful sleep, my funny four-year old bounded into my room, announcing, “Mom! Mom! I’ve got a great new game! You’ve got to try it!”
I think I may have uttered a slightly coherent, “Oh?”
“Yes, it’s called The Eater and the Cookie.”
“Mhmmm. Ah ha dya plaths gme?” (That’s, And how do you play game, in still-asleep-speak).
I was then given step-by-step directions on how we were going to play this game. Right now. In the loft. I managed to slip in 90 seconds of extra sleep by making her use the bathroom first before we proceeded to the loft for further instructions. In case any of you want to play, here’s how it goes. I made her come in and dictate it to me, lest I mess up any instructions.
“First the eater saw a cookie and packed it up and bringed it on the vacation.
“Then the eater ate it. All of his cookies.
“Then the eater had a tummy ache.
“Then he came home and rested.
“And then he got better.
“And then he ate some more.
“The gray big blanket is the tummy and when you eat me, I get under the blanket. First you have to pick me up and eat me from your mouth and then put me under the blanket. Then I get out and you see another one. That’s it. That’s the story.”
So there you have it. I played. I ate. I got a tummy ache. I ate again. And then I had to carry my ginormous cookie downstairs for more “vacation.” Then we made the cookie eat her own breakfast.
Trust me… I don’t get it any more than you do. It was funny to watch how adamant she was that we act out this incredible new scenario she just dreamed up, as if it were the greatest idea anyone had ever had. I am pretty convinced the girl never shuts off her brain, though. Otherwise, how would you come up with such a game in your sleep? I see sleep disorders in her future.
"The Cookie"... She does look rather delicious.
I don’t know if I had the giggles or not, but I loved the “Still- asleep speak”. I just kept reading it over and over and laughing. Hope you had fun playing the game.