Last night, at the supper table, Sydney says "Mom, do you like skeletons?" Now it seems a bit out of season for skeleton discussions but I respond, "Not really Sydney." And she said "I dream about skeletons."
"You do?" I ask. "Yes" she responds.
Providing all of my motherly wisdom I say "Sydney, you need to dream about happier things."
Sydney looks at me and replies, "Mom, you just dream what you dream."
My four year old...or is that fourteen?
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