Two nights ago, V awoke in the middle of the night crying a terrifying cry. The Husband ran to the rescue and the following conversation took place:

(crying hysterically) “Mama! Dadda!!!!!”

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

(through his tears) “I had a bad dream!!!!!”

“What was it about?”

(with terror in his voice) “A leopard with a purple jacket!! I’m having a bad night, Dadda”

I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation … I was laughing too hard in the other room.