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Of course none of this really matters. Since I don't remember whatever distress I was feeling in the night, it doesn't really exist. You can't be troubled by the sorrow you don't know. I remember almost having my eye gouged out, though.
Speaking of sorrows, Little Gandhi is really grappling with the concept of extinction, and also with the concepts of fact and fiction. I don't know how many times I've had to answer questions about specific dinosaurs and whether or not they're extinct. Yes, they died a long time ago, I'll answer. But what about the ones on Dinosaur Train, he'll reply. Those are cartoons, dude. Then, he'll pause and mull it over, but I know the question is coming again. I don't know if he really understands that cartoons aren't the real thing yet, but he knows exactly what a compsognathus is and the fundamental differences between reptiles, amphibians, birds, and mammals.
3 comments:
That is one violent bed. Maybe you two should consider separate beds for safety.
Wow, I've never ripped the fitted sheet off the bed in my sleep before. I did once wake up with my head at the foot of the bed, though. I also rolled off the top bunk once in the middle of the night and didn't even wake up when I hit the ground.
If left alone (meaning Matt doesn't toss and turn) I generally will sleep through the night and wake up in the same position as when I went to sleep. Our Tempur-Pedic style bed has helped reduce Matt's tossing & turning greatly (or at least I don't feel it as much anymore since it doesn't transfer the motion) and he rarely steals the sheets and blankets anymore. Perhaps it would help prevent a spouse from eye-clawing, too.
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