Around 2:30 this morning, I was awakened by my four-year-old son crawling onto the foot of our bed.
“I’m just going to sleep right here,” he whimpered loudly, curling up in the fetal position. “I just had a really bad dream!”
Groggily I sat up, envisioning an action story with some sort of villian. I rubbed his back. “What did you dream about, buddy?”
“Cockroaches!!!!!” he snarled indignantly. “Little cockroaches!!!! Medium cockroaches!!! BIG cockroaches!!!!. . . It was a really bad dream!!!!”
* Special thanks to my sister-in-law Sarah, whose creative comment became my post title. (Thank you, Sarah!) 🙂