Lately, Chipmunk has been telling me about a lot of bad dreams he has. The one before this one involved going to a new school where no one knew him, running away through traffic and up a magical staircase, and onto a playground that ran out of ways to get down and became very high up, and then developed a trap door that he fell through.
He doesn’t come across as an anxious kid super often, but these dreams make me wonder how much and how I should talk to him about the things that make him afraid and anxious.
Or we could just talk about how awesome it is to drive cars away from sharks. Really fast.
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