T. Willy came in my room this morning flushed and his head soaked with sweat. "Mommy, I'm crying," he said. He had been dreaming about a fly in his room, and I'm guessing it was very scary. He said he was crying and screaming for me and Daddy and MK. His bedroom is on the opposite side of the house, so I didn't hear him, and the Big Man is at work.
Poor little guy. He snuggled with me for awhile, but he seems to be fine now.
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