My son told me yesterday when he woke up that he had sand in his eyes, sand that the Sandman had put there.

How ironic is it that we tell our children that there is nothing to fear in the dark, that there are no monsters under the bed, no gremlins in the closet, and that they are completely and totally safe in their beds, but then go on to tell them that a fat man in a red suit (Santa) sneaks into our house once a year without anybody knowing, that the tooth fairy can be so stealthy that she can literally take something from under his pillow without him knowing, that the Sandman comes into our house and puts sand in our eyes when we sleep, and that the Easter Bunny runs around hiding things in our living room, all without anybody knowing.

It’s no wonder kids have nightmares.