Andy went to bed 30 minutes ago. 8:00 on the dot...like every other day.
Out of the blue, nearly 30 minutes later, he comes out of his room sniffling and fake crying. He says he's really sad.
Me: Why are you sad, buddy?
Andy: You know that Panda game that Nate has?
Andy: You know...that Panda DS game that I played a few times right after Christmas?
Me: Um, yeah.
He hadn't played the game for months...where is this going?
Andy: I'm trying to go to sleep but I keep thinking about my Pandas and how I haven't fed them or given them anything to drink or played with them for a really long time. I wonder if they are ok. I don't think they are and I'm worried about them.
Me: Well, maybe you can play the game tomorrow after school during your video game time.
Andy: Well, I'm really worried about them and was hoping maybe you could feed them when I'm at school.
Me: That's fine, sweetie. Remind me before you go to school.
Andy: Thanks, Mom. That makes me feel much better. Goodnight.
Really? Where did that even come from? He played the game maybe twice when they got it for Christmas, and he hasn't touched it since.
What made him think of that right now? And why was he so concerned about it that he couldn't sleep and/or do anything else until he talked to me about it?
This is our SPD life...completely unexpected, every day is different, definitely a journey.