Poppy’s been doing much better with the staying-in-bed thing. We made a chart with 10 spaces for stickers on it, and she gets a sticker every morning that she wakes up in her own bed. Once she gets 10 stickers, she’s going to get a trip to Build-a-Bear. And, of course, a bear. She has four stickers so far, but she landed in our bed again this morning at about 5:30. She was shaken, and she told me she had “the bad dream about the popping-out eyes.” That does indeed sound like a bad dream. Once we were up and around this morning, she told me the whole nightmare:

There’s a baby bunny, and it wants to see the whale. It wants to see the whale up close and down deep. The baby bunny’s mommy says, “No! You must not go down deep.” But it goes to see the whale up close, and the baby bunny’s eyes pop out and he falls over.

Yikes. I can’t imagine where she would’ve seen or read anything about the dangers of deep-sea diving, but where else could she have gotten such an idea?