This morning Jack came downstairs a bit out of sorts. When I asked him if he slept OK, he told be he kinda had a bad night. Not "cause of my behavior" but because he had a "night-
mary." His "night-
mary" included monsters chasing him and eating him. That would scare me too. A little extra snuggle time (albeit on the kitchen floor) seemed to make the night-
mary disappear, and it's all OK.
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