Today, during naptime, Michael sat on my bed with me. I'm making him stay with me if he's not going to stay in his room while Jane sleeps (if she does sleep). But the rules are he has to stay on the bed. He can't just wander around and try to watch movies.
The washing machine was running and started to get off balance in the spin cycle and klunk pretty loud. I looked at him with kind of a surprised "what is that" face. He looked at me and said, "Dragon."
Where did THAT come from!?!? So silly. I assured him it wasn't a dragon but just the washing machine. But still.... Dragon.