Ahhh, sweet sleep. Welcome back.
Kean is doing fabulous.
Other than pulling off those new hearing aids... the kid is back to his old self.
Now for Reese.
She's had a few nightmares that have woken her up (and me too).
One of them, I have to share.
It's, shall we say, priceless.
She woke me up to tell me she had a bad dream.
Expecting monsters in the closet?
No, try this on for size...
She dreamt there were puppies in the closet.
Lots of 'em.
They were grey with blue eyes.
And they were eating pizza.
Anyone want to try and interpret this one?
1 comments:
Puppies are obviously boys.
She's dreaming of boys, lots of them, in her (future) closet.
They have blue eyes. She's evidencing partiality at a very young age.
They are eating her pizza. Pizza is her life. The life she wants to have as a glamorous blonde fashion stylist with lots of pink tutus (seem on this blog in the past), interesting tights of different designs (did she say whether the pizza was pepperoni? That would be polka dot tights).
Your daughter is afraid that she'll be so distracted by the blue eyed boys of kindergarten that they'll eat up her life/pizza before she's even gotten to sample it herself.
That was easy. What else ya got?
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