You’ve been doing so well with sleeping all night in your bed lately. We were up to a record of nine nights straight when last night you had a bad dream and ended up in our bed.

Tonight while you were in the bath, I asked you about it. You said you dreamed your best friend didn’t want to play with you.

Me: But you know she really loves you. Bad dreams are just our brains’ way of helping us think through our problems and worries.

You: So . . . bad dreams are good!

Me: Yeah, I guess in a way they are.

You [smiling]: I love bad dreams! They’re so small, I want to protect them. They’re so cute!