There's nothing like the sound of a child screaming at 3:15 a.m. I found him with his light on, sobbing on the floor and muttering to himself. Brian and I tried to put him back to bed three times, but he would simply crash to the floor again, turn his light on, and sob in a ball.
"Flashing lights. Horns. Wheels. Very fast. Corner."
He's now snoring away in bed with his father.
Labels: nightmare, Williams syndrome