This morning I mentioned to Inigo that I had a nightmare last night and it scared me enough that I woke myself up with a sharp intake of breath. (Are you surprised that the nightmare involved a big black wolf?)
Without missing a beat, without being overly concerned or dramatic and in a very matter-of-fact voice (hand gestures included) Inigo offered me some sound advice:
"Mom, when I wake up like that from a nightmare, I just think of a world made out of chocolate and candy and I can go right back to sleep."
Ummmm......whose child is he?