I was awoken in the dark by Young A informing me that the trees fell over. He wasn't too pleased. I thought he had been dreaming. He insisted it was real. "The trees outside?" I asked. Nope. The trees in his room. And to add injury to insult, one of them was on his bed. Finally, my tired mind made sense of it all. The fake trees in his room fell over. And as he had chosen to sleep on the floor, they most likely landed on him. Once again, I had been certain one of my children wasn't making sense only to realize that he was being quite clear.
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