O. woke up screaming and crying the other night, and of course S. and I ran in to comfort him from his nightmare.
Then we hear through the tears, "You ate my sandwich! Now I don't have a sandwich to eat!" Yes, his nightmare was that I had eaten his McDonald's (Old McDonald to O. thank you very much) cheeseburger. No amount of explaining that he had actually eaten his own sandwich - both at the restaurant and at home when we brought home what he had not eaten - would console the sobbing boy.
He then tried to convince us to go back to Old McDonald's to get another sandwich.
"It's not far. You just take a bus."
Yes, this is what I get for taking him to McDonald's in the first place.
Not that this photo has anything to do with nightmares or sandwiches, but I got my picture of the Christmas fried chicken, so I thought I'd share.