Miguel woke up very early this morning and cried out for me. I went into his room and he recounted a bad dream in which thieves were hiding in the woods in the park and jumped out and dragged me away. I assured him that no matter how real it felt it was only a dream and that we were all safe. This morning, I got to work and was reading some blogs while having my coffee. I came across one blog that made me feel the same terror that Miguel must have felt this morning. This blog strung together two words that I hope never to see in such close proximity again: President Huckabee.
Will someone out there reassure me?