Max: That big robot scared Max. He went, "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" It scared Max.
Cherissa: Yes, your daddy told me you had a scary dream about robots.
Max: That big robot was in Maggies room, came in Max's room to my bed. He come back to my bed.
Lucas: No, Max, you probably won't have that dream again. He won't come back.
Max: (adamantly) He IS come back!
Lucas: Okay.
Max: That big robot come to my birthday party.
Cherissa: No, that robot won't come to your birthday party. He isn't real.
Max: (after thinking a few seconds) Is Max real?
Cherissa: Yes, Max is real.
Max: You real?
Cherissa: Yes.
Max: Sister real?
Cherissa: Yes.
[Max runs off to play, clearly relieved that he is not living with a family of incognito scary robots.]
3 comments:
Dreams can provide you with a LOT of comic relief when you have children....
Several months ago, Matt (our 5 year old) was sitting at the kitchen counter taking his time eating lunch after church and just looked at me as serious as can be and said, "Mom. I dream in black and white. Not in color." Then looked down ashamed. It was the funniest thing to me. Then a few weeks later, he told Tom that his dreams didn't have any talking. This poor kid has old black and white silent dreams going on all night!
Thanks for finding interesting thoughts for today. Today's entry gives me more to think about.
Love,
Dad
Grace was our bad dream queen. Hers didn't involve robots, but dogs. She was deathly afraid of dogs during the day, and dreamt of them at night. Poor girl! We learned to teach her to "tell those dogs to go away" and eventually, they did.
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