Friday night my husband went upstairs at about 11:30 to find Little Red huddled in the corner just outside of his bedroom. He was obviously frightened, and in the dark didn’t recognize his Daddy. As Paul approached him to pick him up he fearfully said, “nono!”
Paul soothingly said, “It’s okay, it’s Daddy. Can I pick you up?”
Little Red obliged, and proceeded to tell Paul that he had had a bad dream.
He’s had nightmares since he was born. I wish I could do something.