As I’ve mentioned before, Britton often climbs into our bed in the middle of the night. She claims to have “bad dreams”. We wake up to brown curly hair sprawled across the pillowcase, and Puddles her poodle cuddled beside me.
Lately, each morning, I have started to ask her about these “bad dreams”. This morning, over snuggles and kisses, she told me that she had a bad dream about a good princess. So I asked her if that meant she had a good dream? She looked at my with those long eyelashes, thought about it for a second, and said, “Yes, it was a good dweam“.
When asked about her other bad dreams, those are often about the following: giant finger puppets, a frog that makes loud noises and a bat that tries to eat it. Sometimes I am in the dreams, and sometimes Big Daddy is in the dreams.