Last night Younger Boy was eating chips out of a can right before he went to bed. 

This morning when he woke up he didn't say a word.  Just put his head down on the bed and started crying. 

I asked what was wrong.  Did he have a nightmare?

Nope...during the night the lid had come off of his chips and they had spilled.  He was crying over thirty cents worth of spilled chips.  Do we have more chips?  Yes.  Can we buy more chips?  Yes.  Are we going to starve without the chips?  No.  Are they worth crying over?  A reluctant no.

He got ready and picked them up and threw them in the trash...big feelings averted.

Prayers for getting rid of survival brain.