Bitty, The Violent

Last night I had a big knot of tension between my shoulder blades and Tracy was rubbing my back while we layed in bed. Bitty was next to me, almost asleep. He said, "Momma, whassa matter wif your back?" And when I told him that it just hurt, he said, oh so sleepily, "Mayge you got gun shoot...maybe you got hurt wif a sword...maybe a bad man got you...maybe you got cut wif a sword..." and then he was out, no doubt kicking somebody's ass in his dreams.