On my part that is.
After spending a enormous amount of time yesterday morning trying to get her to spill on what was so scary. And mind you, it came with a lot of shuddering and horror filled eyes.
In her words.
"My brother (pronounced brover) was coming up to me with his hands full of bees and was poking me with them."
That was it? Seems bothersome, but not very scary.
Then again, I am not seven.
It takes a much scarier boogey man to scare me bad enough to wake up.
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I would take her bad dreams any day, but then again who knows. It might be terrifying.
Who isn't afraid of bees?