Tonight, as I usually do, I lie down next to Ben and snuggle as he falls asleep. After he has drifted off, he will often say something: his eyes remain closed and often it's a complete non-sequitor.
Tonight, after we said good night and I sang a couple requests (his current favorite is Java Jive, which he sings with me) he drifted off fairly quickly. He's skipped a nap at school two days in a row. His eyes closed and that sweet, sighing breath came slower and steadier. Then he said,
"Are you going backward or forward?" His eyes were closed tight, but his legs were twitching, as they often are before he is fully asleep.
It seemed a profound rhetorical question. "I'm not moving, sweetheart, I'm staying still." Up on one elbow now, I was studying his face closely to see if he really was asleep.
"I can't stay still," he said. His eyes stayed closed, he didn't move, except for the little twitch of his legs.
"Yes you can, sweetie, you can stay still," I said softly.
"When I am older I will stay still," he said. I moved my arm from under his, and there was no response. His eyes were still closed.
He never awakened, and is sleeping still. There's plenty of time for him to stay still, later, when he is older.