What haunts you little boy?
When we were putting Tin to bed last night, we read him a book that has a poem by Maya Angelou and paintings by Basquiat, which is called Life Does Not Frighten Me. T was reading the text and at one point it said, “I go boo” and she thought it said, “igaboo” and we laughed so hard that we cried, which upset Tin because both of us couldn’t stop laughing or crying.
Later that night Tin woke up in the middle of the night sobbing having had a nightmare, one of maybe three that we have observed. We didn’t know if we caused it, the book caused it, or if something in the recesses of his mind crept out and scared him.
But he woke up fine and happy and today he was a perfect angel with all we had to do.
