                Well, I might as well start doing mine. I must tend to my colony of one. But children were generally the problem of the hearth-marm, never the queen's. Where do I even start? I remember something about waking them up when they're having nightmares. How do you even wake children up? Is there some sort of button you press? Ah, right, I remember, you need to blow into their belly buttons. It is probably something akin to inflating a rubber balloon. Considering how squeaky and bouncy kindlings are, that is probably quite an apt metaphor.