and it really unnerved me.
Late, late, last night, long after Mr F's office bbq.
Which in and of itself unnerved me.
As I said to Mr F...
"You don't even like to go to your own office parties... that's why you always force me to go."
Well, much later, Kid came to my door crying.
Then I proceeded to have the most disturbing, confusing, heartbreaking conversation with her.
It's hard to recreate.
She said weird things, but answered questions about them convincingly.
This went on for half an hour.
She made eye contact.
But she was saying things that were cryptic and strange.
Things I've never heard before.
It freaked me the fuck out, to be honest.
What is going on?
What is she trying to tell me?
Why is she being so evasive?
She kept interjected "never mind" and "I don't want to tell you, you'll get mad."
Those are every parent's worst fear.
You must find a way around those roadblocks.
But in the end, I couldn't.
And after a long while of tossing and turning, she finally went back to her room and went back to sleep.
I lay there, charged, electrified by the unknown.
What just happened?
I still don't know.
Was she in some kind of strange halfway lucid/halfway sleep mode?
Was she confusing dreams for reality?
Or was she really trying to tell me something?
Something an 8 year old doesn't have the right words for.