Hindsight is 20/20

Last night, Turner kept asking to eat some of our cheetos. Only, he didn't know they were jalapeno cheese flavored. I tried to explain that they were really spicy and would burn his mouth, but he kept insisting, so we decided to give him one and let him find out the hard way that he wouldn't like them. Only problem was that he DID like them. He ate and ate and ate until we said that he probably didn't need anymore and distracted him with a different treat.

At 4am, Turner was crying and climbing out of his bed. After asking what was wrong several times, he finally told me that he fell down in the street. Well, he did actually fall at Gwen's that day and scraped his elbow so I didnt' think much of it until he told me that a horse hit him. I said, "a horse hit you?" He said "yes." I asked where the horse was and he said it was in his bed. I asked if that was what made him fall down in the street and he said it was. I then tried to explain to him about dreams, but I don't know if he really understood what I was saying. He went back to sleep thankfully and was not scared to get back in his bed like I thought he would be.

When he woke up at 7am, he asked where the big kangaroo was!!!

Maybe letting him eat jalapeno cheetos 30 minutes before bedtime wasn't such a good idea after all.