Remember when you were a kid and you wanted to prolong bed time for a long as possible? This is how The Comedian does it.
Me: OK, good night. Sleep tight. I love you.
The Comedian (TC): I have a hippo.
Me: Yes, you do. You know who gave you that hippo? Ms. Sam did.
TC: Ms. Sam? (also our neighbor and her preschool teacher)
Me: Yes, Ms. Sam. She came to see you at the hospital when you were born with Ann and she gave that to you. Grandpa Mike and Uncle Bucky visited you too.
TC: Uncle Bucky is a monster.
Me: A monster? Really. Um..Hm.. (quickly thinking back to roaring games at Thanksgiving)
TC: A monster in a red shirt. He has big teeth. I was eaten by a monster last week.
Me: Say What?! You were? I don’t remember that. Was it a wolf?
TC: A monster with big, scarry teeth. It was a DRAGON!
Me: Wow. OK (interrupted by The Comedian)
TC: I ate a bug. I was in a box. In a box with a bug. It tasted yucky. It made my face red. It make me sick. I threw up. Last week.
Me: Yeah, well bugs can have that effect on people. Good night, TC.
TC: I need to go to the hospital now. I have a bite.
Me: Yup. OK. See you in the morning. Nighty, night.
TC: I need a (cough) drink of water. NO! I don’t want to pee my pants. I’ll throw up! In my bed!
I exit the room, turn out the light and slowly shut the door. Muffled fake coughs can still be heard.
All this from a tiny, purple hippo.
I remember that hippo. 🙂