Dream, Dream, Dream. Dream.
My 4-year-old, aka The Baby, used to be afraid of dreams. It wasn’t that he had scary dreams. He just had dreams, didn’t know where they were going to take him, and didn’t like it. Now he’s used to his dreams and enjoys telling us about them.
This morning we got a little insight into his fears. He told us that he dreamed of being on Goofy Barnstormer roller coaster at Disney World.
“Don’t worry though,” he assured us. “I got back in enough time for morning.”
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