My 9 year old daughter had a nightmare last night. She came into our room and woke me up:
GIRLY GIRL: *crying* Mom, I had a bad dream...
ME: *scooting over so GG could climb in bed* Oh, honey - what was it about?
GG: *sniffles* Dad and I were being chased by a scary witch man-woman.
ME: Uh...was it me? *makes mental note to call child psychologist in the morning* What did it look like?
GG: Like Mario Lopez.
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