Two nights ago my 3 year-old son woke up in the middle of the night with a “bad dream.” My wife and I were eventually able to get him back to sleep, but the next morning when I asked him about the dream, he began sobbing as he re-lived it. Apparently, while at the zoo we were looking at the rhinoceros exhibit, and when we turned around to look at the elephants (which happen to be his favorite animal), they were gone. Somehow, there were no more elephants at the San Diego Zoo.
I wish my bad dreams were that simple. It reminds me of an old Indigo Girls song, Kid Fears.
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