
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.