It was so weird to me when Weston started having bad dreams. All I could think was, "What terrible thing have you seen that could even trigger your brain to bring up bad dreams?"
This morning I had to laugh (pretty hard) because he came in our bedroom and said he'd had a bad dream. "What was it about?" I asked as usual. You know it's scary when it starts like this...
"There was a skunk in my pants..."
"A what?!"
"A skunk in my pants."
"How did a skunk get in your pants?"
"I was playing in the sandbox....and there was a mole eating a carrot too..."
Sounds terrifying! Poor kid :)
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i wish the worst of my dreams involved a skunk in my pants. lol. i want three year old fears again....
ReplyDeleteOh Westie! Maybe he just had the toots.
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