This morning around 2:00 AM I awoke to Johnathan's hysterical crying. I stumbled to his bedside:
- "What's wrong?" I asked.
I had a bad dream! (sob, Sob, SOB!)
- Everything's ok, it was just a dream; it wasn't real.
But, I had a bad dream! (sniff, sniff)
- What was your dream about? (Wondering what in the world could give a two-year-old boy such a nightmare.)
I had a bad dream! (voice trembling)
I ... I ... I dreamed I was hungry. (aaaagh, sob, sob!)
And mommy said ... (Sob, SOB)
that ... that there wasn't any [food]!!!!! (WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!)
Yes, that's the horrifying thought that wakes a two-year-old boy in the middle of the night!
And so today he got to have popcorn for his snack - his favorite!
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That is just TOO funny! You have some great stories from him...I hope we get as many good laughs from our son!
ReplyDeleteThat really would be a nightmare! So glad he found it not to be true.
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