Bad Dreams

So my son came running into our bedroom a few nights ago at 3am saying he had a bad dream. He climbed into bed next to me so he could cry at top volume directly on my ear. 

When he finally calmed down, I asked sweetly, “What was your dream about?” He started to respond, but I interrupted him. “Was it about me?”

He nodded. 

“Was it scary?”

He nodded again. 

“Was it about how I was sleeping soundly and peacefully when one of my children came running into my room crying and woke me up and then I completely lost my shit and KILLED EVERY CHILD IN THE ENTIRE WORLD?”

I guess I was right because he hasn’t had a bad dream since…

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