Last night Lucy woke-up and came to me around 3 AM. She said she needed to snuggle with me for the rest of the night because she was having nightmares. (First I have to mention that my husband has a firm "No Kids in Our Bed" policy. I, on the other hand, don't care *where* the kids sleep as long as they don't interfere too much with *my* sleep.) Here is my conversation with Lucy:
Me: Oh dear! How scary!
Lucy: George has claws.
Me: Curious George? He's a nice little monkey.
Lucy: No! George Washington, duh! George Washington has claws!
Lucy snuggled with me for the rest of the night :)