Random Ramblings

Enoch just woke up crying just now. I asked him what was wrong, if he had a bad dream, etc. He finally answered that he had a bad dream. I asked him what happened in the dream. He told the most horrifying tale. He said...that he dreamed he wanted ice cream and that we had it but...Dad ate the last of it! Oh noes! Anyone would wake up crying after that dream, right?

The funny thing is that he blamed Eric in the dream. We did have ice cream a few days ago and I ate the last of it last night after the kids were in bed. Tonight after dinner, they asked for some more, and were quite upset to be told it was all gone. But, you know, it was my fault, not Eric's! He even told them about how I didn't even share the last little bit with him, so he's clearly been victimized just as much as they have, but somehow gets the blame and causes the nightmares. :D