This morning when we woke up Alexander he started mumbling about dinosaurs. My husband couldn’t make sense of it, so we all went to eat breakfast. After Alexander had finished his breakfast he said, “A dinosaur was chasing me. A dinosaur [tried] to eat Alex...Scared, Alex.” (Yes, he speaks in third person half the time.) I asked him if he dreamed this. In a timid, frightened little voice he replied, “Yes.”
Last night before he went to bed I read him a story called, Thomasaurus Rex. In the story Thomas the Tank Engine had to help bring a dinosaur fossil to a museum show. It was not a scary story. Maybe stories with dinosaurs are not the right thing to read right before bed for now.