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!