The following is a transcript of the monologue that occurred in Thomas' room tonight between the time that I left the room and approximately 30 seconds ago. What you are about to read is unedited and may not be suitable for minors.
"Momma, I want to come down now."
"I am getting out of my bed. IT'S MY CHOICE."
"It's so boring in here."
"I want to sleep with my 'brudder'."
"I am going to get out of this dumb bed."
"UggGGHH. I want to get out."
"This bed is hurting my leg."
"Rock Chalk, Jayhawk, GO KU!!!!"
"I am very 'firsty'."
"It's hurting my chest."
"I need someone to come up."
"Actually, it's soooo boring up here."
"I am NOT tired."
"I am NOT going to come down now."
...long silence...much thrashing around...
"I need covered."
...big sigh...more thrashing
At no time during this soliloquy did I engage in one bit of discussion. We had this same type of outburst-laden wind down last night. I think that when his teacher told us he's relishing his new command of language she just might have been on to something.