“Mommy, Daddy, I had a terrible dream,” said Javier. We invited him to tell us about it, because it always helps to talk about these sorts of things. “Well, I dreamed mommy was in jail.”
“Oh, no, Javier. Why was mommy in Jail? What bad thing did she do?” I asked with a smile.
“She brought butter into the hospital. They said you couldn’t bring butter into the hospital and mommy brought butter into the hospital, so they put her in jail.”
We all had a nice laugh and no more bad dream feelings.