Pictured: my son's muse — at least betweenthe hours of 2 a.m. and 4 a.m.
How normal — or beneficial — is it to bring your child into your bed to assuage the effects said nightmare? Just ask Mrs. Blackwell because she did it again.
I can't remember everything he said (I neglected to pull out my pen and notepad when he arrived) though there were plenty of perfectly audible words. Again, he sounded quite cute. Making observations, rattling off Beatles song titles and, judging from his inflection, asking questions.
|Who knew a toddler's little leg could swing with such force?|