I have super powers. Self-proclaimed super powers of course but my family believes in them.
My 10-month-old twins finally both slept the entire night last night. Lucky me you think. But no… somewhere in the darkness someone is asking for bananas. A tiny mechanical voice demands bananas over and over and over. I put the pillow over my ears. No good. My super power hearing has kicked in. I still hear it. Does no one else in the house wonder what this is? In the darkness I now lay wide awake.
It continues its rant for bananas. I’m pretty sure it’s angry now. Like Chucky from a movie when I was a teenager. I lay there imagining this thing creeping down the hall toward me in a rage for its beloved bananas. Still, I’m the only one in the house that can hear it.
I surrender to the realization that, since everyone else is still sound asleep, that the banana-fiend is only bothering me. Out of bed I climb. Down the hall 10 steps and wait to hear it again. Another 10 steps. Its game on now and mommy’s gonna win.
Plastic dolly has no OFF button so she is resting comfortably on the front porch. A malfunction I’m guessing because she still wants her bananas. Back to bed for me.
Problem. My super power hearing can still hear her. Grrr! Back out of bed and down the hall and onto the porch. Dolly is now resting comfortably somewhere in the front yard. Back to bed and sweet quiet slumber.