Last night Ajax woke up at 11 pm. I listened to him for a moment then went down to see if he was ok. He was sitting up in bed and as soon as I walked in he laid down and I tucked him in nice and snug and he went back to sleep. In the morning I actually had to crack his door at 6:45 am (we leave the house at 7 sharp) because he didn’t wake up on his own, which is very unusual. As soon as I opened his door he stirred and then yelled, Shut my door! It took a great deal of prompting to get him out of bed.
On my way into work Mr. Dave gave me a call (as we usually chat after he drops Ajax off at Ms. Karen’s house). Dave said, Ajax must have had a dream last night because he was telling me how he and grandpa went for a ride in a field yesterday. As this did not in fact happen last night we agreed that he was expressing his dream. Ajax then told Dave that he and grandpa had lots of fun together, but that a tiger came and tried to eat him. Dave said, really? a tiger tried to eat you? Ajax responded by saying, no Dad, a tiger tried to eat me. Dave summarized that Ajax’s 11 pm cry was because of tigers and I think he’s probably right.
