Yesterday we went to the Fringe Festival and saw "Monsters Under the Bed". Fun and not scary.
Last night Meaghan woke up, a bit upset, saying she'd had a bad dream. Great. The fun fringe show traumatized her, I thought. I asked about her dream. She had a very long and involved story involving me, Eamon and a cookie. Ultimately, the story ended with: "So, Eamon got a cookie and I didn't!" For full effect, please add some 7-year-old girl hysterics.
Then, a few hours after that, Eamon woke up: "Meaghan is bugging me in dream!"
Good thing I've just started reading a book about sibling rivalry.