*Every Thursday we introduce you to another quick bedtime story about our family’s favorite resident reptile – Baby Frederico. The backstory can be found here. Enjoy!
Baby Frederico loves his Momma Mia and Papá Frita, his buddy Grenelda the Grasshopper, blue crayons, popcorn and astronauts; but he does not like bad dreams. Here is his story:
Baby Frederico woke with a start from another bad dream. His bedroom, though perfectly quiet, seemed to make more noise in the silence of nighttime than it ever did in the light of day. He felt under the pillow for his tiger flashlight that roared into the darkness every time he turned it on, then quickly remembered that the batteries were dead. It always seemed to work in the daytime when he was at his bravest, but in the middle of the night…nothing. Now all he knew to do was wriggle down beneath his favorite Star Wars sheets and hope for morning.
As he lay there in his bed, Baby Frederico wondered about all of this trouble. Bad dreams just seemed to come out of nowhere, with no warning, no help, and no emergency telephone call to alert the family that this would be the night for a bad dream so, “Get your flashlights working and have your bravest stuffed animals standing by.” If only he could plan for it.
Now if there is one good thing about night time that Baby Frederico liked, it had to be that it was the perfect time to think and wonder. And wonder he did…
Then, out of the blue, it hit him! Since there was no real way to know when a bad dream would strike, he would keep something nearby to remind him to not be afraid when he woke up. But what should that something be? Suddenly, he knew just what to do. He couldn’t wait to tell his family about his plan and soon drifted back to sleep.
The sun winked through the curtains of his room as Baby Frederico awoke to the sweet smell of Momma’s famous Italian sausage cooking in the kitchen. When the Frederico family had finally gathered around the table for breakfast, Baby Frederico told them about the bad dream and his big idea. They said, “You are such a good wonderer Baby Frederico! We like the way you think!”
After breakfast, Baby Frederico found an extra large shoebox that once housed his Papá’s old hiking boots – it would be the perfect “Bad Dream Box.” He carefully decorated it with pictures of light sabers, fireworks, the Great Wall of China, bowling balls, Saturn, and monster trucks. On either end of the box, he drew two longhorn steers he once remembered seeing at a nearby farm and carefully scribbled his favorite word “THINK” along its top. Inside the box, he placed two packs of batteries, three flashlights, his Han Solo figure (“Empire Strikes Back” version of course), and an Incredible Hulk keychain. It was the toughest looking box, inside and out, that he had ever seen.
That night, long after Papá had read him a bedtime story, Momma had given him the last snuggle of the day and Baby Frederico had drifted off into the sleepy night…he woke with a start from another bad dream, grabbed his box and exclaimed, “Bad dreams beware!” And they did…