My 3-year old woke up and came downstairs into my bedroom. We went through the standard litany of questions:
“Good morning! Did you pee in your bed?”
“Did you poop in your bed?”
“YAY!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands. He jumped up and down and smiled. Just FYI, if he would have answered “yes” to any of the above, he still would have been smiling and jumping.
Like most mornings, this child was on a mission.
“Can I have some gum?” he asked.
“I don’t have any more.” He gave me a sad face. “But we’re going to the museum today. Won’t that be fun?”
“No, I want to go to the store and get some gum.”
“You don’t want to go to the museum and see the big dinosaurs?” I asked.
“No… they are all broken,” he said quietly.
HAHA! I guess he has a point there! Now I know why last time he was unimpressed by the monster size skeletons… they are just broken dinosaurs!
This morning I sat down with all five of my kiddos around me at the breakfast table. I can now say that all five of them were sitting, as we recently purchased a high chair for the almost 1-year old. YAY! You’d think we would have a few of these by now, but it’s funny how things come and go…
The 8-year old smiled through bites of cereal and said, “I had a great dream last night. I dreamed I was in Lego Heaven.”
The 3-year old piped up in his very loud voice, “I dreamed about monster trucks!” He added on a growl at the end.
I looked at my 11-year old who was busy shoveling cereal in his mouth as fast as he could.
“What did you dream about?” I asked him. “Beetles? Ragdoll cats? Anglerfish?” He didn’t look up, he just shook his head and smiled a little. “Oh… you dreamed about me, right? You dreamed about your awesome mom?”
“No… I didn’t dream anything,” he replied quietly, still shoveling food. I guess pre-teens don’t dream anymore. Oh well.
The 5-year old, sitting sweetly next to me said, “I had a dream about pink and purple sparkly rainbows and ponies and butterflies!”
“Awww… I’m sure you did!” Thank Heaven for little girls!