Yesterday the SciFi channel had a Twilight Zone marathon. My husband (who will now be referred to as LP, for really funny reasons but that would certainly not be as funny if I retold it) thought it would be a good idea for my 5-year-old to watch with him.
I told him there would be a threesome in our bed later but not the kind he would prefer.
however she did wait until he got up for work this morning before she crawled in saying she not only had a nightmare but "4, really worst dreams ever".
I didn't mind though, because when she woke up I was in the midst of my own nightmare, consisting of treehouses, napalm and Good Housekeeping magazines.