Time: 6:58 AM
Babby, while nursing in bed: “Wah. Wah!”
Perfect Husband, leaping horizontally out of bed like a fish out of the water: “Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Me (startled): “AAAAAAH!”
Perfect Husband, practically climbing onto the ceiling in panic: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
I had to physically reach out and touch him and assure him that everything was ok. Neither of us have any idea what the hell he was dreaming about, but there must have been some pretty scary train spotting style babbies in there somewhere.