Poor Big L came shuffling into our bedroom in the middle of the night.
“Mummy, I had a nightmare”
“Would you like me to get into bed with you?”
So I left Little L in bed with Vince and made my way to Big L’s bedroom. I squeezed into his single bed with him and gave him a cuddle. I asked him if he wanted to tell me about his nightmare.
“I dreamed there was a zombie knocking at my door”
“There are no such things as zombies, or witches you know that. I know things can feel scary at nighttime…” blah blah
We had a cuddle and I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew Big L was whispering
“Mummy, can you stop making that noise, you’re scaring me”
Poor kid had just had a nightmare about zombies and I’d fallen asleep and was snoring!