LuxFX / They Think They’re Newsworthy

(yeah, yeah, it’s been ages since I’ve posted. well, things are finally cooling down (work-wise) around here and I hope to be posting more now!)

Killy has several favorite tv shows/movies. He loves the Muppet Show, the Biscuit Brothers, anything to do with Lilo & Stitch, and a few others. And he has the interest to watch these shows over and over and over and over and over again. Jen and I aren’t so lucky, because we get tired of them a lot faster than he does! So every now and then we’re on the lookout for new material.

Yesterday Jen thought, hey, The Incredibles! Sure, it’s one of my favorite movies. Jen had been reluctant to show Killy The Incredibles before because she didn’t like the use of guns (mostly in the opening). It turns out that wasn’t what she should have been worried about! It was the scene where Mr. Incredible first lands on the island and gets the snot beat out of him by the giant robot. This robot scared the pee out of Killy. (Literally — all over the couch.) And he started wimpering “mean robot! mean robot!”

Oops! Ok, off with that movie! Later, Killy asked to see more of it — and you could tell he really wanted to see more and was scared at the same time. (he’s really going to love horror movies!) — so it’s not like he was hugely traumatized. But we started wondering if we’d have some trouble during the night with him having nightmares.

Indeed, I took Killy out to go pick up some groceries last night after dark, and he was mostly quiet. But then when we’d go through a particularly dark patch of road he would suddenly whimper, “Mean robots!!” And I figured, yep, we’re going to hear about some mean robot dreams tonight!

At about 1:30 last night, I was working on the computer and the baby monitor was clicking quietly along beside me. I was just humming quietly along, and suddenly out of the blue Killy is shrieking and crying! I sprinted upstairs, thinking, “here we go — mean robots!” I ran into his room and he was out of bed in the middle of the room. I picked him up and said, “Killy, are you ok?” And he screamed, “CHICKENS!!!”

“What!?” I asked as I lay him into bed, sure I heard that wrong.

“Bock! Bock! Bock!” he cried, and wrapped his arms around me as I lay down next to him. Within a few minutes he was snoring happily again and I snuck out, still confused.

What really topped it off was when Jen asked him this morning what he was dreaming about. “Chickens!” he said. “What were the chickens doing?” Jen asked. “Eat firetruck!!” he shouted.

Moral of the story: watch out for those firetruck-eating chickens, they’re even worse than mean robots.

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