The Boy never remembers his dreams, so when he does – it’s note worthy. His sleep was interrupted by the phone the other morning, this is what followed.
Boy – I was having a really nice dream too
Me – I was having weird dreams, what was yours?
Boy – We had just had a little baby. It was nice. Weird, but nice.
Me – That is nice.
Boy – What was yours?
Me – We were in the midst of a zombie apocalypse and your brain was eaten by zombies. You were still nice though.
Boy – You win.
Hopefully only one is foretelling of the future.
Happy Monday!
The Ginger & The Giant 