I thankfully hadn’t made it to the sleep stage before Baby Pat returned to Moms consciousness last night and no less than three times called me in to deal with this small child under her covers whom she was fearful of squishing.

I tried all matter of persuasion to get her to let me take him into my room so she could sleep, but each time she realized it was a dog not a child and insisted he stay in her bed where he belonged.

Finally on the last visit when I threw back the cover to show her that Baby Pat was not a child but Timmy she laughed and said “What a cute dog! Well he would have made a cute little boy too!” We both laughed and I placed the covers back over Timmy and mom’s mood changed instantly as she worried “Can he breath under there?” I rolled my eyes and said in exasperation “Yes Mother. He can breath just fine.” Mom looked at me sternly and said “If he is dead in the morning I will be really cross with you.” I didn’t miss a beat when I replied, “Welcome to my world!”

Mom gave me a knowing look, laughed and said good night….and finally she meant it!