A few nights ago, Raiden woke up crying. Zane went in to take care of him, and I could hear him (Raiden, that is) saying, "Bottle. In garbage." Zane said, "Did someone throw your bottle in the garbage?" "Yeah." "It's okay, your bottle isn't in the garbage."
That night, I dreamed I had a class of about forty students, and they were all talking at once. And there was nothing I could do. They REFUSED to be quiet. I shouted, I asked nicely, I waited for them to be quiet...nothing.
Can we say whose dream was worse? I guess they were equally bad, but age-appropriate!
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That's so funny! My Tyson, age 2, once had a nightmare that someone stole his milk cup! The things they worry about...
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