I had a bad dream

I really suck at bad dreams.

If they happen in the middle of the night, I'm basically useless. I am a bleary puddle of back rubbing, "it's okay" saying, and shhhhhh-ing. Useless.

If they happen first thing in the morning as it did this morning, I'm all "you're safe," "go back to bed," and "can you make me a cup of coffee?"

Speaking of, when is it appropriate to teach your kids how to make your coffee? I really feel as if we're reaching that stage. Thank God!!!