Brains! Brains! Brains!

Didgeridoo Boy is a wonder of perpetual motion, strange noises, and constant snacking. If awake, he's always doing something - - be it working on a model, debating various topics online, playing one of his numerous video games, dancing, or merely fidgeting. His kinetic mannerisms are one of the things I love about him.

However, sometimes those kinetic mannerisms make me want to brain him. Since I'm battling it out with a round of seasonal allergies, I went to bed early last night. He followed, laptop in tow. When I decided I wanted something to drink, he asked if I would bring him a snack. "Bring me those Goldfish crackers", he said. I did. Then he wanted a beverage. When he noticed I was still awake a little while later, he asked for the pita chips.

It wasn't so much the sound of his computer clicking and tapping (which led to me launching into a "clickity click my first damned computer" tirade at 2.30am) that kept me awake. It was the crunching. He sat in bed and hit the snack buffet, crunching, munching, and smacking fit to flipping bust. At one point, I stomped out of the bedroom and to the couch - - where I could still hear him crunching. Pita chips are LOUD. Between mouthfuls, he was chugging on his 2-liter of Mountain Dew. (I gave up a long time ago.) Crunch, glug, crunch, smack, glug, click....*yeah*. This was far, far above and beyond the foil-wrapped Christmas candy pig-out from January, when the tinkling of something metallic kept spooking me awake.

Finally, he decided to turn out the lights, but wanted to finish reading one more article. More clicking. And then, bliss. The computer was turned off. There was no more clicking and crunching. I finally got to sleep. That's when I heard a very loud pop.

You could say I jumped. My heart almost stopped, and my entire body stiffened - and stayed that way. Whatever it was sounded all the world like something that was going to require a lot of money to fix. Hollow, almost metallic, with a high point that sounded like something breaking in two. I shouted, "Omigod, what the hell WAS THAT???", wondering if something was going wrong with an electrical outlet or if the bed was about to fall. I gave up on sleeping, and began mentally tallying up everything that could possibly make such a horrific noise.

With as much patience as he could muster, because he was trying to get to sleep, Didge said, "It was the Mountain Dew bottle popping back out from where I bent it."

Can it get any better? Naturally. He's Didgeri-walking all around the house right now, looking somewhat victorious. I know that grin.