My one son was eating chicken nuggets and he would always eat the breading off it first, he takes a bite of the breading and then says “Oh no! Your face is missing!”
My 3 year old was laying on my chest a few weeks ago and she said “I can hear your heart, Mommy. It was much louder when I was inside there with the poops that didn’t come out yet”.
My son was two. He was in a pattern of waking us up at about 5:00 am every morning. One morning I took him downstairs and plopped him in front of the TV so I could try to go back to sleep for about 30 minutes on the couch (right by him).
I woke up a few minutes later and he was standing in the foyer, pointing into the kitchen, laughing. He then said, “Mommy is floating in the kitchen.”
I didn’t think much of it…went back to sleep for a bit.
About 30 minutes later his mom came downstairs having just woken up, saying she “had one of those weird dreams where she flew out of her body, went downstairs and found herself in the kitchen.”
I shared a room with my older sister and we had huge closets in our bedroom that were about 6 foot tall. My mother would wake up in the middle of the night to hear me crying and she’d come in to investigate what was wrong. She then would find me sitting on top of the 6′ closest, cross-legged and rocking back and forth while crying about; “The big scary man put me up here”. Since my mother was tired from it being the middle of the night and being heavily pregnant she didn’t really think about HOW I got up on the closet, but would put me back into bed and comfort me until I fell asleep again. But then my grandmother came to stay with us a few nights and she told my mother that she woke up in the middle of the night because it got suddenly cold and her bedroom door handle was turning. The door opened but no one was there and then the bathroom door opposite her door opened on its own. She stared out the door for a few minutes not moving because she was in shock and frightened, but then heard me start crying. My mother walked by her room to get to me and of course I was crying about the man putting me up there. My grandmother told my mum what she experienced and my sister slept with my Gran and I slept with mum for the next couple of weeks after that. It stopped once my brother was born, and to this day I have no idea what really happened.