No Harrison!

The other night I opened the door from our living room to head upstairs for bed; but the door wouldn't open, there was something heavy blocking it.
My heart skipped a beat as multiple scenarios raced through my mind in the split second it took to focus in on the dark floor. I saw something white that at first looked like a paw of our dog who has been gone for over a month. Then I realized, lying in a heap on the floor against the door was Harrison - wrapped in his big blue blanket, fast asleep.

I have no idea how long he lay there because we didn't hear a peep.

I picked him up and took him upstairs to his room. As I stepped across the threshold I stopped in my tracks; I couldn't walk any further. In the darkness I could see that something was amiss.
Or... a lot of things were a mess.

I carefully stepped over blocks and books and animals and toys to lay him down. I called the G.I.D. up and turned on Harrison's light, he was shocked. Honestly, we were disturbed. This was so unlike Harrison; and for all of the - destruction - we didn't hear a thing! I mean, seriously, he emptied shelving units, storage buckets (and then stacked them) and baskets of books. This took TIME. It looked like a child through a fit with arms flailing, clearing flat surfaces and throwing things. 
BUT - we. did. not. hear. a. thing.

The next morning Harrison woke and called for me, as I came in and he asked, "you turned out my light?"

"Um, no. I put you back in bed after you fell asleep downstairs..."

"Oh yeah..." he smiled with a remembering chuckle, "I turned out my light."

"I see you were busy last night."

"I was gentle with my toys, Mommy..." he proudly announced,  "and very quiet!"

As I glanced once more at the toys

and books strewn throughout the room

  I had to know...

...do I need to take him to a child psychologist or call a specialist in paranormal activity for a possible poltergeist??

So I asked...

"Harrison, why did you do all this?"

"I wanted to be like David."

David?

Then it dawned on me, the one reason I didn't like a particular book; because not only will kids try things they see on the TV, they will also try things they see in books.

Case in point:

It ended up in a pile of quarter books from a book sale. And we had read it the night before. I paged through the book and found Harrison's inspiration.

And Harrison said, "See mommy, David gets to watch a show!"

Then he was painfully reminded that his name is NOT David and that HE would be picking up some toys before watching a show any time soon.



At least it's not a poltergeist!