It's 1:08 a.m. and Rodito just went back to sleep. A few minutes ago he ran in to my bedroom screaming "receipt, receipt!" I, half asleep at the time, woke up thinking he was saying "pee pee, pee pee!" I follow him clumsily through the house, my eyes half open. He takes me to his bedroom and points underneath his mattress.
"RECEIPT! RECEIPT!" He screams in frustration. (He has an obesession with store receipts, if you haven't guessed by now.) I question him and lift up his matress. "There's no receipt here baby." "Receipt," he slowly responds. He climbs into bed and I ask for a kiss, "No." says automatically but lifts his face up to mine anyway. I kiss him and as soon as his head touches his Brobee pillow his eyes close heavily and he enters his dreamland of receipts, cars, Yo Gabba Gabba, and numbers.
These are the silly moments I want to remember. Having his nightmares consist of lost receipts. He's only little for such a short amount of time and the look on his little face silently sleeping soundly after being so scared just a few seconds ago is something I don't ever want to forget.
