Creepy Bedtime Conversations With My Son.

This is a Hexbug. For reference. Not cuddly even.

INT. NIGHT. DARKENED BEDROOM. STORIES HAVE BEEN READ. LIGHTS ARE OUT.

Deep Thinker Child: Will this house break?

Reassuring Parent: No, we’ll look after it.

DTC: Even when we’re all deaded?

RP: Well, someone else will have it then.

DTC: [PanickedBut what about my toys?

Crazy Toddler Child: [Half sings, half screamsHumpty Dumpty sat on a WAAAALLLLLLL

RP: Another little boy or girl will have your toys then.

NOTE: I realise now that wasn’t the slightest bit reassuring.

DTC: I don’t want them to have my toys!  When I’m deaded, I want all my toys around me in a big circle. And my Hexbug on me.

RP: Shhh. It’s okay don’t worry.

DTC: Why? Do only old ladies die?

I don’t answer, because his voice is fading to sleep

 DTC:  [quietlyI wish there was no such thing as the sea.

FADE TO SLEEP

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photo credit: Joz3.69 via photopin cc

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6 thoughts on “Creepy Bedtime Conversations With My Son.

  1. Oh, my heart! Or Viking burial, I was thinking. He’s harking back to his roots. Maybe a past life…

    I have a friend whose 4yo keeps saying “And when you’re 40, then you die.” She’s about to turn 40, and she really wishes he’d stop saying it.

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