The swimming pool went up this weekend, and the kids were just besides themselves with excitement. They played and "swam" and splashed all afternoon, and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

But around 2am, Chago woke up screaming. We waited a while before responding, hoping he could calm himself down. But he kept getting louder and louder, and we were trying to make out what he was saying through the screeches, but could only really hear the word "fish".

When I went in to check on him, he was inconsolable. "What is it, baby? Mama's here." Scream. Cry. Yell. Kick. "Son, it's okay? Were you dreaming?" Shriek. Bawl. Kick. "Chaguito, tell Mama what's wrong." "Mama?" he asked. "Yes, Bubba." "Mama?" he asked again. "Yes, baby, what is it?" "Mama...[sniffle]...Mama...[escalating again] I AM NOT A FISH!!!"

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