The other night was a rough one for the boys. It seemed like one or the other of them was waking us up every hour, scared by a nightmare. I have no idea why. We hadn’t watched any scary movies or read any scary books. There was no rain or thunder to scare them.<\/p>\n
It was just a tough night.<\/p>\n
Right around 4:30 am, N (the three year old) ran into our room, breathing hard. We woke up, bleary. “What’s wrong?”<\/p>\n
“I had a mean dream!” he panted, climbing on to our bed.<\/p>\n
My head dropped back to the pillow. “Oh yeah? What was it about?”<\/p>\n
“A gorilla!”<\/p>\n
“A gorilla?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, a mean gorilla. He was climbing C’s bed! He was going to get him!”<\/p>\n
The two boys sleep in the same room. Apparently, the little guy had thought he saw a gorilla climbing his brother’s bed. “Wow, that’s pretty scary.” I said.<\/p>\n
“Yeah, but it was only his blanket.”<\/p>\n
“Oh yeah?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah. When I tackled it. It was only his blanket.”<\/p>\n
“You tackled it?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, he said, yawning. It was only his blanket. Isn’t that crazy?”<\/p>\n
He put his head down on the pillow next to mine. I, however, was now wide awake. What kind of a three year old wakes up in the middle of the night, sees a mean gorilla – and tackles it<\/em>? <\/p>\n Hell, if I wake up and see a mean gorilla, I’m waking up my wife and sending her <\/em>after it.<\/p>\n I might even suggest she turn on the light first…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The other night was a rough one for the boys. It seemed like one or the other of them was waking us up every hour, scared by a nightmare. I have no idea why. We hadn’t watched any scary movies or read any scary books. There was no rain or thunder to scare them. It was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[123,122,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-cute","category-daddytales-n","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-8E1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33233","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33233"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33233\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}