Ouch!

We had a very funny night on Saturday night (well technically it was the early hours of Sunday morning). I woke with a start to hear Will screaming and yelling. He then jumped out of bed and ran and barged, head first, into our wardrobe. This was the result. He had had a dream that there was a gangsta type guy standing on the end of the bed with a gun, and that was him trying to fight him in his sleep (I think we have been watching too much breaking bad). It was a pretty scary way to wake up and it took us both a while to calm down. We now find it hilarious and can't stop laughing about it.