Pas de mauvais rêves

(If Google Translation is good for anything, the title should say, "No bad dreams.")

Andy usually has the honor of tucking Will into bed (Ellie tends to monopolize me for her nightcap). They have a sweet ritual of blowing away the bad dreams. Originally, Will would ask Andy to blow them all the way to Bolingbrook (I'm almost embarrassed to say it's because a little girl in his class, who apparently isn't very nice, hails from B-brook). Then it was Texas, Wisconsin and Ohio (could the latter be a little U of M brainwashing, Daddy?).

Tonight it was Paris. Even though he keeps asking when we're going to Paris (a la Ratatouille). I'm hoping to use him as an excuse to visit the City of Lights. You know, for cultural enrichment. Someday!