This morning, Helen informed me that she is allergic to walruses (invisible ones in particular) and dragons.

Apparently, an invisible walrus infiltrated our security collies last night, and made it into Helen’s room. She was out of bed and pounding on our bedroom door at midnight.

I got up and got the cool mist humidifier, and told her it was a special machine to keep all the scary dreams away. She was satisfied with that, I think.

Today she kept telling people that she had “a fire” in her room to keep the bad dreams away. She left out the first three syllables of that word, of course, which TOTALLY changes the meaning…