Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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.
Maybe those sugarplums dancing in my head really aren't so far-fetched...