Papa is a heavy sleeper. I get up, glancing at the clock on my way to Carter’s room. It is 12:34 am.
me: Hey sweetheart, let me tuck you back in.
carter: Momma, there’s spider in my room.
me: Oh, no honey there are no spiders in your room. It was just a dream.
Glancing furtively around the room. Holy crap, if there is a giant hobo spider in this room I am going to loose my shit right here, right now and what will that do to Carter’s little psyche?
carter: I tried to run away from spider and spider follow me. I run and run but spider chase me!
me: Did you get away from the spider? You must have because you are safe in your bed. See it was only a bad dream, now let me tuck you back in and…
My God, did I just ask him if he got away from the spider? I shouldn’t have done that, what if he didn’t and he is reliving some horrible spider attack all the while I drabble on about bad dreams and tucking him back into to bed so we all can go back to sleep.
carter: No momma. The spider got me and it licked me. His little voice rising in pitch at the end of the sentence. In the glow of his green nightlight I can see his little lip start to quiver.
me: It licked you? I am taken aback by this unexpected comment and do not know what to say next. Being half asleep does not help matters either. Carter, I don’t think spiders can lick people.
carter: They do momma! They can lick people!!
me: Okay. Well you are awake now and we talked about how it was just a dream. There are no spiders in here that want to lick you. Do you feel better now?
carter: Momma, I thurrrsty.
I get Carter a glass of water, tuck him in, and head back to my bed wondering where in the world he got the idea of licking spiders. Do spiders even have tongues?
I refrained from Googling it until morning.