I woke up at 3 a.m. on Saturday morning b/c Kenny was yelling, “mommy.” I went into his room and found him sitting up in bed. He immediately said that he had had a bad dream and was scared. I told him he could sleep with Eric and I (which we hardly ever let him do) and to grab his pillow. As we’re walking out of his room he asked, “what’s a bad dream, mommy?” That little stinker. Score: Kenny 1, Me 0.
Other Kenny stats:
Week 1 of Operation Wear Underwear at Night Without Having an Accident: 7 for 7 = 100% (YEAH!)
Asking me to throw him into his bed (after he accidentally bounced onto the floor) = 0
I guess I did traumatize him.