“Mommy?”, Jedi asked after arriving home from school.
“Yes”, I replied, expecting more video game nonsense that I’ve learned to tune out. When he’s not playing, he’s thinking about playing or talking about playing. I seem to have acquired one of those kids.
“I think I’m really sleeping right now and my entire life has been a dream”, he said.
“Well”, I paused, impressed at the sudden out-of-nowhere deep thought for a 7 year old, but also a touch frightened. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I’m dreaming and he’s dreaming, and we’ve intertwined our consciouses. Then again, I don’t remember watching Inception with him, but maybe I did. “I suppose it could be”, I relented, “but I’m pretty sure we’re awake and this is actually happening.”
“But how do you know?”
Good question, one which I didn’t have an answer, aside from pinching him really hard. How do you know? If it is a dream, I could do without the past 7 months or so, but overall it hasn’t been that bad.
And that’s when the sky began to fall. Well, maybe not. I think it’s safe to steer clear of Leonardo Dicaprio movies for awhile, though.