Bad Story

August 12, 2011 at 7:26 am · Filed under Life in general

At 2 am the other night, Carsten walked into our bedroom. He came to my side of the bed to wake me up. He said, “Mommy I had a bad story.” I said, “A bad story?”…(still trying to wake up) “Oh you mean a bad dream.” He confirmed that was what it was. Apparently, his bad “story” was about tornadoes.

I gave him some good snuggles and told him we were safe from tornadoes and tucked him into bed.

Too cute not to share! 🙂

2 Comments

  1. Dad said,

    August 12, 2011 @ 9:28 am

    Awwwww. He’s such a cutie!

  2. Aunt Donna said,

    August 12, 2011 @ 8:35 pm

    I’m amazed you thought it was cute at 2 a.m. You’re a good mommy! 🙂

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