Last night after putting Dominic to bed I heard a frantic cry. I rushed in there and he informed me that George (see previous blog) was stuck inside his water bottle and he (Dominic) was afraid to get a drink. "I'm thirsty Mom. Can you make him come out?" So I dutifully opened the top and told George to get out and go to bed like a good little monster. Dominic was happy and was able to drink his water. Where in the world did this child get his imagination?