Riley
He just looked at me, shocked. Why was our teacher here?! "I can tell what you're thinking. I was just waiting with him until you got here." Then something seemed to pop into his mind. "I did NOT give him any medicine!" I just nod, slightly unamused. "Right, well it's not my job or place to explain. Go home and search up age REGRESSION if you want to know. I will not get into detail about him and his headspace but I will tell you it's not anything bad. I need to get him to bed, please leave." Thankfully, he does leave. He just nods and leaves. I turn to my little boy. "Alright Lucca, lets get you bed sweetie...looks like you've already eaten dinner." I carry him to his bedroom and lay him down, half expecting him to have shorts on under the hoodie.
"Baby where are your pants?" He just ignored me and tried to roll over to get his stuffies. I figured I'd ask him tomorrow and let him be little right now, he didn't seem upset about it and even ran to give Mr.Knight a hug, and my baby is smart enough to know what is wrong and what isn't, so he seems fine but I'll definitely ask tomorrow. "Did you have a good day sweetie?" He immediately looked happier. "Uh-huh!!! I pwayed on a..." He looked like he was struggling to find a word. "Train-a-line!" I laughed, he wasn't too happy about that. "Sorry baby, did you mean a trampoline?" He looked up at me like I was the silly one. But he did agree it was what I had said. I shouldn't find it funny that he can't pronounce big words correctly. I get him changed into a onesie and lay him under his blanket. "Do you want me to read you a story?" "No! I play!" Before I could say no he jumped from his bed and to one of his toys on the floor, well, a pile of toys. So many toy cars.
This is gonna be a long night
Mr.Knight
I get home and almost immediately do my research, age regression...I find a few things. I eventually narrow it down to a few points.
⢠it's a coping mechanism where one reverts to the mind of a child to feel happy
â¢it can be done without having trauma
â¢My student Lucca is an age regressor and I need to protect him with my whole life and take him into my custody to spoil him forever.
I immediately jump on shopping sites to order special rails for a twin bed in my guest room, I order baby gates for a soft play corner, I get those weird nugget couches and a bunch of other things. All things I assume he'll need, pacifiers, bottles, pull ups, onesies, teethers and blankets. I also get themed stuff, I know he liked that weird show Bluey, actually...a lot of my high schoolers like it, mainly because it's funny and touches on real life topics. I order Bluey onesies, sheets and comforters for his bed and plushies. It'll all be here tomorrow. I then get into my car again and drive to the store before it closes. I rush in and grab a cart. What would a little like? Cookies? Probably. Thankfully he's not allergic to anything serious like nuts or gluten. In the end I just end up with a bunch of random snacks, specifically cookies, yogurts, baby puffs, popsicles...junk food you'd give to a toddler. I get home me and put everything up, was this really right though? It just seems so different, but I want to do this for some reason. "This is going to be perfect."
The next day
Thankfully everything got here on time. I managed take everything upstairs and to the guest room, it's very large so everything managed to fit. I set the crib up in the front right corner after switching the sheets to the bluey ones and adding an 8 inch mattress topper. My stupid logic for that was that it would make him nap easier if the bed was incredibly soft. I end up finishing with everything by 6:45pm. Everything was put away, everything that needed built was built and the soft play corner had the squishy foam pads on the floor, the wall and even glued to the gate. I had filled it with soft toys and plushies. That was most likely my favorite part of the room, that and a last minute purchase I bought this morning, a hanging rocking swing.
I head downstairs and when I get down there I set up the highchair, but for now I just stuck it in the kitchen closet. Seeing as he had a pacifier I assumed he'd be in the 1-3 age range so I got little corner covers Incase he fell...However now as I sit down and look around the house, is this really something he'd want? For his teacher to take care of him? I didn't even say anything to him about this. I just went ahead with buying things I thought a nursery would need. If he doesn't like any of this I'll just have to take it back I guess. I mean I can't force him to like any of this and how am I even going to get him here with me? Wait for Riley to have practice again and bring him here? Then I remember, he loved that trampoline. He was on it for almost an hour yesterday. I'll have to wait for tomorrow though, seeing as the school was closed last minute do to no running water. For now, I just need to blow up some pool floaties for tomorrow and add the bumpers on the corners.