First of all, I have to explain that Carter loves video games, especially
The Legend of Zelda. He has this great knack at video games and puzzle solving. His memory is amazing - sometimes when I play with him and I can't remember what direction something is, he knows
exactly where to go. Keep this in mind while you read on about this morning's early rising.
5:32 a.m. Riley at my bedside, "Sleep with you?" I let him climb in and I attempt to fall back to sleep. This is too early even by my standards.
5:38 a.m. "Drink," says Riley.
"It's in on your changing table shelf, Ri," I mumble.
"You get it," he demands.
"I'm trying to go back to sleep, you go get it," I mumble again. He turns his pout on and stalks out of the room to get his water. While he is opening the door to his and Carter's room, I hear Carter just
whimpering. Riley races back in and in a breathy voice says, "Carter.....cry.....Carter.....sad!" (Whenever something is important or very exciting Riley always takes a very long pause between each word. Sometimes the pause is filled with silence, other times it is filled with complete gibberish.) So, I hop out of bed (the best I can at 5:40 in the morning) and head to Carter to see what the matter is.
"What's wrong, Carter?" I ask.
"I had a dream that I erased all the Zeldas!" he cries! It was just too much work not to laugh at that, so I had a quick giggle and brought him to bed with me. I tried to go back to sleep but between Carter laying with me, which is not a restful situation, Riley demanding breakfast, and two cats vying for position on the bed, I wasn't very successful. C'est la vie. Sigh.