Why Is It

Why is it that my son picks 3:30 in the morning (or some other ungodly hour) to have an in depth conversation about safety? This is what I awoke to at 3:30 today....

"Mom?"

"Yes, son???"

"I'm glad that there aren't any sharp things in this house to hurt you. Cuz I don't want you to get hurt."

"Mmmmm... good. Yeah, I don't want to get hurt either. Go to sleep."

"Mooooom?"

"Yes?"

"What if someone came in with a gun and tried to hurt you. Then what?"

**Sigh** "I would try to get them to leave. Why?"

"Well... because if someone came in with a gun and tried to hurt you, I would try to turn into Spider man and shoot webs on them so that they would be trapped."

"SOoooooo, you're going to protect me with webs?"

"Yeah"

"Ok... thanks. Now shhhhhh and go to sleep."

"Moooom?"

**I'm starting to get irritated now** "Yessss Son?"

"Mom, what would you do if someone came in and tried to hurt me."

"I would kick their butts."

"But who would you be?"

*Sigh* "I would be Wonder Woman, now GO TO SLEEP."

"But who's Wonder Woman? Does she have powers?"

"Yes... she wears American Flag underwear, and flies in an invisible plane."

"But how could would you save me?"

**Sigh** (I'm sitting up now) "I would lasso them with my golden lasso, then tie them to the chair, take them up in my invisible airplane, and push them out over the ocean."

"Ooooh. Then they would be dead."

"Yes, or if not dead, they'd be far away."

"Okay."

"Okay... can we go to sleep now?"

"Yeah, but mom?"

"Whaaaaat son?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."



In case you're wondering... this conversation took about 45 minutes this morning. There were other points discussed, such as my arm, and where someones spine is... but these were the highlights at THREE THIRTY AM!!!!!

I swear... this is the ONLY time I've doubted that he was my child. Perhaps there was a mix up, because NO child of mine, would be perky and conversational at THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING!