Serious trauma

Jeff was talking to me in the kitchen about how he had a hard time staying asleep last night while Paige was meandering through the family room. She asked him why, and since she prays two to three times a day that she won't have scary dreams, he had to answer, "Maybe I had a nightmare."

"About what?"
"What do you think?"
"Maybe you dreamed the kitchen was clean and didn't know what to do."

Then she walked out the back door to play.

Our poor kids.