When I woke Alex up this morning, he told me he had a bad dream, but he couldn't remember what it was about. And he said yes while burrowing into his blankets when I asked if even though he couldn't remember it, was it still making him feel yucky. So I asked him if he wanted to go to the kitchen, turn on Taylor Swift, and quite literally "Shake It Off." He laid still for a second, pondered it, then threw of the covers, dropped his UnderJam to the floor, and trotted down the hallway.
Thank you Miss Swift.
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