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The stiffness in my neck wasn’t the only thing that made me realize I was wide awake and not going back to sleep at 3am.
There, in my weary haze, I saw the vision of my very tall and lanky 6 year old son.
He had managed to nestle his way between me and Alex in our queen sized bed.
Queen sized beds are huge if you don’t have kids. Once the family begins, I do recommend a king.

Me:
“Liam, honey, you are much bigger now and coming to sleep with mommy and daddy doesn’t work anymore, we can’t all fit.”

Liam:
“But mommy I had a bad nightmare.”

Me thinking:
is there a good nightmare?
Me:
“Well, what was it about?”

Liam:
“Well, King Kong came and took me and threw me all the way to Goo-Goo’s house and then he came and got me again and played hot potato with me.”

Me:
“Well, that was nice of King Kong to play a game with you, did he say he was sorry for throwing you?”

Liam:
“No, he didn’t and after he played hot potato, he realized he was a big giant human in a King Kong suit and started to stomp across the states and scared people to China.”

Me:
“Wow, he must have been angry!”

Liam:
“Yeah, he was, I don’t want to play hot potato with him anymore, so I thought I would come in here.”

Me:
“Okay, you go sleep on mommy’s side of the bed, I’ll go talk to King Kong.”

Just as soon as I start my coffee.