Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I'll huff and I'll puff...
Oldest has been having nightmares lately. He woke up in the night crying and afraid and the first thing this morning he tells me is that a wolf was after him in his dream (but he 'was very brave'). Later, he asks me if we live in a brick house. Oh my poor, sweet little boy who's afraid of the wolf from the Three Little Pigs. Fairy tales are quite frightening, aren't they?
Luckily, we do live in a brick house.