MeWhat did you dream last night?
6 year oldUmm…..
(This was the kind of "ummmm" that let me know she was about to invent a story. Which is just as good in my book!)
6 year oldI dreamt that you and me were in a park. And there were 100 kids. And 15 ponies. And the ponies could fly! And I got on a blue flying pony, and you got on a pink one, and they had pink wings. And we flew up up in the sky. And we flew to a park where you live. And we got off the ponies and we were jumping and climbing and playing on the rocks. And then we saw Mommy and Daddy, and Mommy got on your pony and Daddy got on my pony and they flew away.
MeThey left us? Then what did we do?
6 year oldNo. We were on the ponies too.
6 year oldAnd then we flew to [another State] and got [siblings] and they got on our ponies too. And then we got [pets] and they were on the ponies too.
And then we flew to Africa.
And there was a food court there.
And we ate pillows.
MeWe ate pillows?
6 year oldYeah, like the blue one on my bed.
MeWhat did the pillows taste like?
6 year oldRaspberry, and cherry, and grape. And they were all different colors. And we each ate two pillows. Except the pets. They shared one pillow.
And then I woke up.