3am conversations

Some funny conversations happen at 3am.

Last night the two year old hatchling, he woke over and over and over.

Delirious with exhaustion, but certain he would be eaten by monsters.

So tired was he, that he would shout, 'Help ma - moo - meeee! Mine oysters are gonna get meee!'

His slurred speech is very unusual, as this hatchling has particularly clear diction.

Hence, it was my mistake when I tried to talk to him.

Distract his him from his worries.

The conversation flitted from trains, to dinosaurs, and back.

Before resting on Halloween, which as it turns out, was part of his growing concerns about monsters.

I told him he didn't have to dress up.

His sisters are going as 70's disco dancers.

By choice. (Just saying.)

I digress.

This little hatchling became very firm in his tone of voice.

'I have halloween costume too.'

'Okay, who do you want to be for halloween?' I asked, fully expecting Thomas, Percy, or James.

' I be Jack Nicholson and I gonna fight batman and win!'

Ummmm.

Right then.

A moment later, after having been lost in thought, Hatchling no5 turned to me grinning, rubbing his hands together, and whispers, 'Jack Nicholson be scary. He even scare Batman!'

Well, it would seem he actually has some idea who he is talking about too!

Oh dear, I'm am quite uncertain how I am going to explain this one to the neighbours.