The Case of the Stripped Pillow
My pillow goes missing every weekend day around noon. Somehow, with a little help, it jumps off of my bed and lands in other rooms in the house. One day it was in the kitchen, another day it was on the dryer, another day the couch. That stripped pillow just can't seem to stay in it's place on my bed.
After I wake up and get out of bed the pillow moves, like it has feet of it's own. Actually, it does have feet, it has size 6 feet attached to an almost 9 year old. He is the one who does the disappearing act with my pillow. Sometimes he just brings in the living room along with his confronter from his bed and lays on the floor watching television with it. I ask him where his pillow is and he always replies on his bed.
When I was around the same age as him or a little younger my sister and I used to build forts in our room. We weren't allowed to come in the living room with anything, barely our toys, we always had to play in our room which we shared. We would take our blankets, all of them, off of our bed. Two would be placed on the floor for the bottom of the fort and then we take the rest and sort of string them from the bunk bed we shared using the rails as a holding device. It would be a tent over our heads. Sometimes we would just sit on the bottom bunk bed, which was my bed, and throw the blanket from the top bunk to the bottom so it mad a tent also. But, however way we did it we had fun with our dolls and other toys we would bring inside with us. Sometimes we would even have long tea parties with pretend tea and pretend cakes that we would make out of play dough. We would sit there for hours toasting our dolls, trucks, and ourselves pretending drink tea until we got the idea of instead of pretend drink tea would fill our little tea cups with water and drink that water pretending it is tea. Or sometimes we would get juice too. It would be whatever we could sneak past our parents who were in the living room usually watching television or talking with their friends. We loved it when they talked to their friends because we could get bread too and pretend it was cake and if we were really bold we would sneak the jar of peanut butter in the room and have little peanut butter cakes. We always got caught with the jar of peanut butter though so that was a rare thing. So, we would play and drink our tea and have a ball just us on Sunday's.
With my son he is allowed to take his toys and his blankets in the living room to play on any day. He's an only child so he drags his favorite stuffed animals in there too, Bearcat, Sponge Bob, Doggie and Orange and of course my stripped pillow comes along too. Sometimes even Spiderman or Batman will make an appearance depending on what he is watching or what he is playing. If he is watching Scooby then of course his little Scooby dog has to be there too watching it with him.
One Sunday I asked him why he liked Mom's pillow so much and not his own. After all he had the best pillow in the house, his pillow case had baseballs and basketballs and soccer balls on it to match his sheets that were the same. He looked up at me from his reclining position on the floor and he asked me why did I think. I told him I didn't know so that is why I was asking him. He laughs at my answer and then he says he takes my pillow off my bed because it smells like me and he likes that. Then he got up and went into the kitchen and make himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
That's something I will remember forever and always.
After I wake up and get out of bed the pillow moves, like it has feet of it's own. Actually, it does have feet, it has size 6 feet attached to an almost 9 year old. He is the one who does the disappearing act with my pillow. Sometimes he just brings in the living room along with his confronter from his bed and lays on the floor watching television with it. I ask him where his pillow is and he always replies on his bed.
When I was around the same age as him or a little younger my sister and I used to build forts in our room. We weren't allowed to come in the living room with anything, barely our toys, we always had to play in our room which we shared. We would take our blankets, all of them, off of our bed. Two would be placed on the floor for the bottom of the fort and then we take the rest and sort of string them from the bunk bed we shared using the rails as a holding device. It would be a tent over our heads. Sometimes we would just sit on the bottom bunk bed, which was my bed, and throw the blanket from the top bunk to the bottom so it mad a tent also. But, however way we did it we had fun with our dolls and other toys we would bring inside with us. Sometimes we would even have long tea parties with pretend tea and pretend cakes that we would make out of play dough. We would sit there for hours toasting our dolls, trucks, and ourselves pretending drink tea until we got the idea of instead of pretend drink tea would fill our little tea cups with water and drink that water pretending it is tea. Or sometimes we would get juice too. It would be whatever we could sneak past our parents who were in the living room usually watching television or talking with their friends. We loved it when they talked to their friends because we could get bread too and pretend it was cake and if we were really bold we would sneak the jar of peanut butter in the room and have little peanut butter cakes. We always got caught with the jar of peanut butter though so that was a rare thing. So, we would play and drink our tea and have a ball just us on Sunday's.
With my son he is allowed to take his toys and his blankets in the living room to play on any day. He's an only child so he drags his favorite stuffed animals in there too, Bearcat, Sponge Bob, Doggie and Orange and of course my stripped pillow comes along too. Sometimes even Spiderman or Batman will make an appearance depending on what he is watching or what he is playing. If he is watching Scooby then of course his little Scooby dog has to be there too watching it with him.
One Sunday I asked him why he liked Mom's pillow so much and not his own. After all he had the best pillow in the house, his pillow case had baseballs and basketballs and soccer balls on it to match his sheets that were the same. He looked up at me from his reclining position on the floor and he asked me why did I think. I told him I didn't know so that is why I was asking him. He laughs at my answer and then he says he takes my pillow off my bed because it smells like me and he likes that. Then he got up and went into the kitchen and make himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
That's something I will remember forever and always.
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