Bad Dreams
Rough night last night. Just couldn’t sleep.
But still, probably better than my daughter’s.
A snippet from our drive to school this morning:
Me: So . . . bad dreams last night, huh?
Her: Yeah.
Me: So what were they?
Her: I put my scarf down the toilet.
In her quest to retrieve it, terrifying and epic adventures ensued.
No related posts.
I always dream about my car overheating or my hair exploding – fun stuff. But at least it gives me blog fodder.
WC
Exploding hair!??
How in the heck does that work?
My worst dreams are when I realize that I’ve been walking around in public without any clothes on.
btw–thanks you very much for adding me to your blogroll. You’re the first. I won’t let you down!
Why did you put my dream in here? Don’t you
understand that this is out in the open, Dad?
Emma,
Sorry Kiddo. It was just so cute that I couldn’t resist.
Love you
Dad
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