Last night Miriam and I checked on the kids a few times before we went to bed.  The last check produced Luke in Noah’s bed.  We just left them there because they seemed at peace.

This morning I went in when the kids woke up and talked with Luke:

Me:  “Luke, why were you in Noah’s bed?”

Luke:  “I was scared.”

Me:  “Why were you scared?”

Luke:  “I had a bad dream.”

Me:  “What was your bad dream about?”

Luke:  “Mary Poppins”