I went into Lexie's room this morning to get her up...she was already awake and as soon as I opened the door, she froze in her bed. I started to ask out loud where Lexie had gone, and how I thought that she was in here. She started giggling as quietly as she could, thinking it was SOOOO funny that she was hiding. Of course, I started tickling her, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she sat up and I "found" her.
Something else I always do is ask her how she slept. Normally she says, "Good", but today when I asked her, she said "Not good", with her sad face on. "How come?", I asked. She proceeded to tell me that the dinosaur had eaten the gum and turned into a cow. Ah...that makes sense! I immediately thought two things:
1. If you could just mix a vampire or a werewolf into that dream, you could sell a LOT of books.
2. Three-year olds aren't immune to bizarre dreams either.
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Oh jeez - she's inherited Grandpa's dreams...
Lovely . . . you should write these things down in a book so she will have funny tid-bits for later on in life . . .
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