Being five years old means creative, active imagination. That leads to Nightmares. On Thursday night a couple hours after we'd all gone to bed I was awoken by the Muffin Man at my bedside.
"Mommy. I had a bad dream. Can I come in bed with you?"
Now it was a warm evening and he's not so little anymore so I thought the three of us would make it sweaty and uncomfortable.
"I'll come sleep in your bed with you, ok?"
So the two of us crept off to his room. We snuggled in together and he told me about his dream.
"I was holding a Teddy and I squeezed it really hard and it's eyes turned green. Then it hugged me and wouldn't let go. I couldn't get him off. When I dropped him he started climbing up my leg."
Yup. Creepy.
Poor kid but I did love being able to sleep with the little guy.
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