It was Christmas time.
As we were getting ready in our bathroom one weekend morning, when "The Pixie" meandered in and nonchalantly began, "Last night, a BIG TRUCK pulled up and stole all our Christmas decorations!!!" It didn't take long for us to figure out she was telling us about a dream she had the night before. Well, either that, or she saw the trash truck and thought the trash man was taking more than just our junk. The strange thing is that the girl hasn't seen the movie "The Grinch that Stole Christmas"! If I take the decorations down outside, will she think the trash man took them?
It's January now. I don't know if that dream just had a big impact on her little red head, or what, but she keeps bringing this dream up. Maybe it is just a recurring nightmare she has been having. You know, like the one I had when I was a kid where the monsters chased me down this long corridor until I came to a carnival stand where Bob Saget, who was convincingly dressed as my dad, promised to usher me to safety. Mama didn't raise no fool. I knew it was Bob, and I continued running. Dreams are weird, but I have to say that Darby's dream of the Christmas decoration thief probably trumps my childhood nightmare of having to choose between a life of luxury on the set of "Full House" and my own life (monsters and all).
Maybe, if I listen more closely to what my redhead has to say, I will have a topic for an AMAZING children's book one day!
I resend my statement. I think she might BE the topic for an amazing children's book one day!!!
Curious Darby, anyone?
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