The other night, our friend Fergus was over. We were all quietly watching TV in the basement when we heard Anya scream bloody murder and start wailing. Anya doesn't have many nightmares (which is amazing considering the terrifying tv shows she favors) and I don't think she has ever had a night terror before. Amy and I rushed to her side and began trying to calm and wake her up. It took us literally shaking her and slapping her bottom (not very hard) to finally getting her to tell us what happened. Did some one die? Was she being chased? Was there a fire?
"I don't want anymore yogurt!" she cried.
For the record, while Anya does eat her fair share of yogurt we do not force feed her the stuff (we generally don't need to force feed her anything).
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The funnier part (in my opinion) is that you told her that she could be excused from the table and to please take her bowl to the counter (while she was still asleep of course). "OK, dad. zzzzzzzzz"
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