I have the most amazing conversation running through my head that is inspired by Turner. I keep trying to remember it so I can blog about it. The conversation happened three mornings ago, so my memory is filling in blanks for me. I'll do my best to re-create it just as the Master did.
It is Thursday morning. Andy has to be at work at 7:30-ish. Turner crawls in bed with us at 6:30. Alarm goes off the first time at 7. Again at 7:09. Again at 7:18. Andy turns the alarm off. He is up around 7:30. Turner is awake, but relatively quiet in bed beside me. When Andy goes downstairs, he follows him to the kitchen. It is 7:50. I hear the front door shut. At 8:10 Turner is touching my face with his airplane. I jerk awake, shocked that I didn't hear him clammor into the bed.
"Did you have breakfast?"
"I had corn flakes."
I close my eyes again. Turner is talking in a very hushed voice as he whizzes his blue jet and his Thomas train around in the air:
Go that way...whoosh...it is that way...to the place...the, the, the place.............it is Santa's place....he is there. whoosh. shshshssh be quiet. he'll know where we are.....shhhh is it quiet here....we got to rescue him.......vrooommm....there is a place up there. for Santa. we will find him. don't worry.......whooosh....whooosh....i see him. i see him. he is there. [Turner turns in the bed to face me; i open my eyes; he smiles] Hi mommy.
"Hi Turner."
"We going to Santa."
"Really. Why?"
"Because uh huh."
"Oh." I close my eyes again. He starts whooshing around again.
It is so pretty. The mountains............fly fast....vroom....Lightning said 'I am speed' go fast....we get him....rescue rocket...hello santa....hello turner...i here to rescue you...okay...vrooooomm...whoosh [long, several minute silence] Mommy, can you get up now?
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