In the middle of the night Lukas ran into our room.
Lukas: Mommy, I had a bad dream about a king who was trying to eat me
Mommy: Ok Lukas...it's OK...it's all over now
Lukas: I'm going to send my bad dream back to God
Mommy: Ok, do you want to pray to God
Lukas: Here God, here is my bad dream back