WTF?

Just as I put up that last post, I heard Morgan crying upstairs.
Went up, she was coming into the hall from Lee's room ( Where I'm crashing if I have stuff to do the next morning and Lee's being noisy ).
She was looking for me, poor wee thing.

"Mohgeen bad dweem in Mohgeen bed!"

Bad dreams? What about?

"Scawy dweems!"

Why were they scary?

"Bogey monstah!"

Umm... OK.
So she's got her magic fairy wand, and my torch-that-looks-like-a-lightsaber.

A veritable arsenal of bad-dream-defeating weaponry.
Combine that with lots of hugs from Mummy and Daddy, and a bikkit, and you're pretty much invulnerable.