At 12:40am this morning, Ben went into Jeremiah's room because of blood-curdling screams. Jeremiah was having his first nightmare. The covers were torn from the bed and Jeremiah was sitting up in a cold sweat. When Ben asked what was wrong, Jeremiah whimpered "chench coast." Ben couldn't understand.
Ben: What do you need?
Jeremiah: Chench Coast.
Ben: New clothes, do you need new clothes?
J: Chench Coast.
Ben: You have cold toes?
J: Chench Coast (screaming), no Chench Coast.
Ben: You need to blow your nose?
J: No, Chench Coast (whimpering), Chench Coast.
Ben: (long pause) Wait, french toast? Do you want french toast.
J: French Toast. Imho get my french toast.
That is our child's deepest subconscious fear. Not monsters or burglars or even giant snakes, but the dog eating his french toast.
3 comments:
You have to admit, that is a pretty scary dream. Poor J, I hope he recovered quickly!
That is so funny!! Imo is his best friend and worst enemy to still his french toast.
Love Mom and Dad
Isn't it funny what worries them? Parker's first nightmare was about Sharon's hair flying out the window. Creepy. Super cute story!
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