Sleeping With Your Head In A Trash Can

Yesterday morning, I go into my sons room to wake him. I of course do this every school day. Normally it is just so mundane, nothing to really talk about. Not yesterday.

I walk in, and see that he is not on the bed. Now this is not a strange occurrence, since the child has decided the brand new comfy mattress he has is the devil itself. He is sleeping on the floor, covered by his comforter. I cannot see his head, I figure it is just covered by his pillow, or comforter.

I walk in a little further, and notice his trash can is on the floor, on it's side. I creep closer. His head is in the trashcan. The trash can with a plastic bag. I start to panic.

I am thinking to myself--

OMG, he must have got sick in the night, and used the trash can.

So I gingerly look to see if there might be any yucky surprise around his melon. I cannot see any. I call out to him.

"Spenser, baby bear, it is time to get up."

He does not move. More panic.

"Spenser come on, get up!"

Still no movement. Panic is reaching untold levels.

I reach down to shake him a little, he is chilly. Pull back my hand like I have just touched the dead, because at that point I am all but screaming, at least in my head.

Thinking---OMG he is dead, no, no, no.

"Spenser please, please get up, you are scaring mommy, get up, now!"

He moves. Oh thank the lord. He is not dead.
I move the trash can when he lifts his head. He turns his head to me, smiles, and gets up.

"Why were you sleeping in the trash can, honey?"

"Mom, sometimes you just have to sleep with your head in a trash can."

"Huh?"

"It was more comfortable then my pillows."

"Huh?"

He smiles the devilish grin he gets when he knows he has flustered me.
The day goes on. I stop and laugh a couple times at the image of his face when he explained to me the reason for the trash can pillow!

Boys are, interesting!