I'm like "DUDE, you scared the crap out of me, what's up?" and he says "oh nothing" and walks past me and sits on the end of my bed, I'm like.... um, ok. He says "I just have these stitches all over my pants" and I said "Honey, you're not wearing any pants". He looks at me confused, so I ask him if needs anything, if he's had a bad dream, and he says no, so I tell him to go back to bed and he just gets up and walks back downstairs, climbs up his ladder (loft bed) and that's all. I say "did you have something to tell me?" and he says "ya", I say "what?" and he says "I don't know".
This morning he sits at the kitchen table for breakfast and says "I had the craziest dream"....
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