Ok, so I still haven't posted photos of our trip to Oregon. I promise, I will get to it. I just wanted to post this little story before I go to bed.

Tonight, I signed onto my transcription platform to start working as Glenn took Jeff in to brush his teeth and then go to bed. Jeff came into the office to give me a hug and a kiss goodnight, and then Glenn tucked him into bed and went downstairs to watch TV. After about 5 minutes, I thought I heard Jeff cry out or say something, so I removed my headphones to get a better listen. I heard nothing except the TV downstairs, so I figured that is what I had heard. After debating for several seconds, I decided to go check in on Jeff anyway. I went into his room and asked if he was ok, and he said yes. I turned to leave when I heard him quietly say something. I went and knelt by the side of his little toddler bed to hear what he had to say and noticed he was looking up at the ceiling. He kept pointing at something "up there." I asked him what was up there, and he said, "He's dead." I wasn't sure if that is actually what I had heard Jeff say, so I asked him again what he was looking at up by the ceiling. Again, Jeff replied, "He's dead." I began to get a little freaked out but pressed for more information. I looked up at the ceiling and the only thing there was an AC vent. I said, "Who's dead?" I thought that he replied, "The guy." I asked him again, because I couldn't believe what I was hearing and was becoming increasingly spooked thinking my 3 year old was seeing dead people or something. This time he said something that sounded like "Elmo." "Elmo's dead?" I asked? "No," Jeff replied, still looking up at the ceiling and waving his little finger in the air. By now I got up and headed downstairs to get Glenn, because it was all getting way to creepy. Maybe Glenn could get some answers. Glenn came up and knelt by Jeff's bed and asked him what was going on, and Jeff told us once again that "He' dead." "Who is dead?" asked my DH. "The animal," said Jeff. At that point, it began to click. "What animal?" we asked. "The tiger." This whole time that I was getting freaked out, wondering if my toddler had a special power to see corpses a la Sixth Sense, and here he is talking about World of Warcraft, which he watches Glenn play somtimes. In the game, Glenn's character can morph into a big cat and kill creatures, and can also get "killed" himself. I know I am old enough and smart enought to know that you probably won't see a dead person floating around your bedroom ceiling, but it still is a little disconcerting to hear your kid talking about something dead in the sky and watching it and following it with his finger. As I type this, I am still jumping at every little noise (sissy), so I think it's time to go to bed. It's extremely late, and it's dark, ok. I don't need to be thinking about freaky movies.