We hear Stephen crying in his room.
He has nightmares so we go in.
He never opens his eyes for this conversation:
S: I hate it.
M: What do you hate?
S: I hate cake. (sounds scared)
M: Don't worry, I won't let the cake get you.
He falls back asleep as I give him his puppies.
Oh and on an unrelated note Brian and I have food poisoning and I think we may die.
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