organized chaos

Jackelope might be 6 yrs old, but he is still capable of doing some very unexpected things.

Maybe that’s why I continue to have dreams about him getting into peril and having to rescue him.

Take last night’s episode, for example. At some point in the dream I was loading the kids into the van. Then Jackelope dashes across the very busy street because he just has to, HAS TO, do a one-footed jump onto the opposite curb and see how high he can bounce himself off.

The only problem with this, is that there is a red pick up truck barreling straight for him now, as he is standing right in the line of traffic, no doubt contemplating the thrust of that last jump.

I watch in horror for about 1/8th of a second as the blonde lady driver laughs at something the male passenger is saying, paying no attention to my little Jackelope contemplating physics out in the middle of her lane.

My Mother’s Response Mechanism kicks in and I move at an impossible speed to move him out of the way. But I grab him a fraction of a nano-second too late and the left tire, THEIR LEFT, is about to mow us down.

I nimbly roll me and my boy toward the middle of the truck, between the wheels, so we can lay unharmed as the truck passes over us.

When we get up, I give Jackelope a good verbal thrashing.

But really. I do think these intricate dreams are trying to tell me something.

A. Jackelope will be accident prone for the rest of his life and spend many an hour passed in the ER.

B. I seriously need to keep my eyes peeled for laughing blonde women driving red pick ups.

C. I seriously need to invest in one of those child leashes and keep Jackelope on it until the age of 32.

D. I do, in fact, have super powers and it’s only a matter of time before I discover my true identity. Really, it would explain so much.