We Might Be Awful Parents

We might be awful parents.

A few weeks ago, when Matt was gone on a business trip, Lincoln woke up crying in the middle of the night saying that the birds were coming to get him. Today I was whistling at him and making the sound go up and down, like a bird singing, and he got scared and told us that the birds were coming to get him. When we sat down to eat dinner he wouldn't eat. We may or may not have brought the birds back and told Lincoln that the birds were coming to eat his dinner and to hurry and take a bite. He ate all of his dinner. And sat on daddy's lap the entire time. 

Are we awful parents?