It’s almost one o’clock in the morning and Sam woke up crying briefly. I went in to see him and take him to the toilet (yes, he no longer wears Pull Ups and is doing great at going to the toilet every time he needs to). When I tucked him back into bed, all snuggled up in his beloved Lightning McQueen flannel sheets and quilt, he grabbed me and looked up at me very seriously.
“Can you dream about diggers doing tricks tonight? I want to dream about kitty cats.”