dancing fruit

Tuesday morning, on yet another snow day,
the following conversation occurred:

R: Mommy wouldn't let me get in your bed last night, Daddy, when I had a bad dream.

M: Yeah, but Mommy came and tucked you back into your bed, though.  You fell right back to sleep, didn't you?

R: Yup.  I exited out of the bad dream and had a dream about dancing oranges and bananas.  They were dancing and playing the guitar.

SMILE :)
Maybe those sugarplums dancing in my head really aren't so far-fetched...