Somnambulism

I wake up in the night, and wander down the hall. And, due to darkness, 'merde', I stub my toe and let the sleepers know. 'It's all the fault of George', so slurs the spouse, annoyed. 'He can be blamed for anything, including leaking taps and roofs.' Well, it is true, he disappoints, Afghanistan and then Iraq, and nothing is accomplished, no peace and no democracy. The little guy stands in the door, with snoopy-do pyjamas, 'we should have nuked them all, before they come and kill this family'. The thought kept me awake, he doesn't go to school as yet, well, could the babysitter.....? He says 'Grandpa is right, he was a soldier, they ought to know.'