Tuesday night Emerson had his first bad dream. We had read his shark book before bed that night - not something we haven't done at least a hundred times before - and he had a dream a shark was trying to eat someone (him?). He assured me that daddy was there and trying to kill it to save everyone. Fortunately, it was a night that daddy was at work, so Emerson climbed into bed with me for some reassuring snuggles and a safe nights sleep.
We decided there would be no more reading of the shark book before bed for a few weeks, after all we are going to the beach this summer and he's already asked if we were going to see a shark while we are there!
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