My son

I have a 5 year old son who is, quite possibly, the strangest child I have ever met in my entire life. He lives in a completely different universe than the rest of us and is perfectly happy to give you a tour... If you can keep up.

He is obsessed with Transformers. I do not use that term lightly either. I will be having a nice, quiet day on the couch; completely immersed in a book and all the sudden my little angel comes running into the room, grabs my hand and starts pulling me from the couch.

"Mom! You have to run!" He yells loudly from about 6 inches away, causing me to flinch.

"Why?"

"Megatron is outside and I have to protect you! Go to my room.... I got this." I bite my lip as he pulls a straw from his back, which acts as his sword or gun or bow and arrow or whatever other weapon he may need to fight the random bad guys that try to invade my home at very inopportune times.

So he spends days upon days fighting bad guys. They come as handy excuses too. Ask him to clean his room? Nope, there's a dragon on his bed that won't let him. Help me sort his clothes from his sisters? Yeah, can't do that either, owing to the invisible death ray carrying midget people that invaded my dryer when I wasn't looking and have claimed the clothing as their own.

I swear to you I am not making this up.

Maybe you are thinking that I at least get some reprieve when he is asleep??? Ooooooohhhhhh no. The child makes sound effects in his sleep. Occasionally he will even start kicking. Not much fun when he is plastered against my rib cage.

When he isn't fighting the bad guys that creep around my windows 24/7, he likes to create superhero costumes to wear around the house, since mommy is very mean and won't let him go out in public as his alter egos. My favorite hands down is "Super Michael". Super Michael wears bright red pants with a pair of blue underwear over them "Cause it looks cooler that way". A plain white tee shirt and his snow boots complete his basic attire, but the costume is not complete without his sisters pink blanket as a cape and a pair of Harry Potter style glasses "To make sure no one can know it's me Mom".

My home used to be a place of sanctuary... now I feel that most days I have woken up in a mental ward that is ran by the patients. But I play along because the last thing I want is for my son to feel that he has to be like everyone else to make it in the world. I get rewarded by extremely enthusiastic hugs and kisses that take my breath away. It is quite a feeling to walk into my living room and have to catch a flying monkey-child who has launched himself off the top of the couch at me cause he decided he must have a hug "right now!".

He drives his sisters up the wall. They are 11 and 13, so they tend not to have as much fun in his world as he does. How do boys learn to be such amazing little brothers when there is no one to learn the annoying attributes from? Must be a DNA thing. I hear complaints about him at least 5 times a day and I have to bite my tongue so I don't laugh at them.

Kids..... I never really thought I wanted any until I had them; but now that I do, I guess they can stick around.

Until later all...

Dar