Brayden came into our room last night and climbed into our bed. He was sniffling and it sounded like he had been crying. I asked him what was wrong...
B: I had a bad dream, it was a nightmare
M: What was it about?
B: You *3 sec pause* and dad.
M: What were we doing?
B: We were all playing?
M: So what made it a nightmare?
B: *suddenly perkier* It wasn't a nightmare, it was a good dream!
Then he went right back to sleep!
I'm still confused?!?!?!
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