Bad Dream
My youngest daughter came into our room at around 3am this morning complaining of a bad dream. I calmed her down, brought her back to her own room, and proceeded to lay on the floor until she fell asleep. A little while later I was back in my own bed ready to fall back into that wonderful slumber. To my surprise, she soon was sleeping next to me (and stealing my covers)! I brought her back to her own bed where she stayed until the morning.
At breakfast there was some small talk about the nightmare she had that night. I did the usual consoling that parents do and everything was ok.
After dance practice tonight we were driving home and I got the entire story of the nightmare. Here is how it went.
“T”. I had a bad dream last night. Want to hear about it? So I was painting with Buddy. You know Buddy. Buddy is Alli. Well me and Buddy were painting these animals for my art class. They were really huge! Well they came to life and they were really scary! That’s why I kept getting up last night. I was scared of the animals we painted.
So there you have it. My A-ism of the day.
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