Horatio started 9th grade today. Here are some recent conversations we've had.
Me, walking into his room to say goodnight. Him, in bed.
Me: "I'm tucking you in. Goodnight."
Horatio: [Getting up out of bed.]
Me: "What are you doing?"
Horatio: [Unintelligible speech.]
Me: "Are you sleep walking?"
Horatio: "No."
Me: "Go back to bed."
Horatio: "Why?"
Me: "It is bed time."
Horatio: [Gets back in bed.]
It helps to know that Horatio does sleep walk sometimes. When it happens, he is very suggestible, so telling him to go back to bed works. The next day he said that he was not, in fact, sleep walking, but was just confused because he thought I was in his room to wake him up and it must be morning.
Me, taking towels out of the dryer so that Horatio can move his clothes from the washer to the dryer. The laundry room is also my home office.
Horatio: "Clack, clack, clack."
Me: "What are you doing?"
Horatio: [Sitting on my balance ball and reaching up to the desk, which is in standing position.] "Clack, clack, clack. I'm working like Momma."
Me, once again trying to say goodnight to Horatio after he is in bed.
Me: "This is a goodnight hug. Not a good morning hug. Don't get up. Stay in bed."
Horatio: "My watch says it is 8:52 and a half."
Me: "Okay."
Horatio: "I wanted to go to bed earlier than that."
Me: "You did. I woke you up. Sorry."
In the morning he explained that he forgot he had been asleep and thought he had really just gotten into bed.
