Austin and your son were playing with the toy cars in the lounge room and you were in the kitchen making dinner. “Daddy, why was mommy screaming last night?” your 5 year old son asked Austin. “Umm…she was…” Austin says, trying to find an explanation, looking at you. You smile and look at him, leaving him to figure out what to say. “Did she have a night mare?” your son asked again. “That it, she had a nightmare!” Austin answered “poor mommy” your son says with a cute frown on his face before snuggling into Austin’s chest. “Yeah ..poor mommy” Austin says with a smirk looking back at you.
