I guess this is also the age of nightmares?
This morning Bosh woke up in a tantrum… He was actually crying and screaming, “No!!! I don’t want to go home yet! I want to play!” It was obviously so real to him that he woke up angry (yet again). He demanded we stay a “little bit more” while also kicking and pushing us out of bed.
I found it strange that it took him a really long time to realize we were all in our bed. I mean how long do you stay disoriented before you realize you’re in your own bed?