Each morning over breakfast, the boys and I discuss our dreams from the night before...if we remember them.
3 yr. old:
"I had a dream that a baby alligator was biting my arm! I ran away, and I tried to shoot him, but my gun was broke! So Daddy shot him with his gun!"
This dream seemed to be a recurring one, because for the last 4 mornings, I've heard about it.
Last night:
4 yr. old:
"Dad, I want you to come into my dream and kill something."
Ha!
I love my kids.
1 comments:
Haha!
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