I would guess at one point in time we’ve all had a dream so real that we wake up wondering if it was real. Until now, I had never thought about that from a child’s perspective. Sofi apparently had a dream that involved a pink puppy that she saw/left/remembered underneath a magazine. We couldn’t figure out what she was talking about – she doesn’t have a pink puppy – and she was adamant about it to the point of tears. When she is brought to tears, so are we, but how do you explain a dream to a three year old?
We calmed her a bit with a picture of a puppy on the internet (and one for Natalie), but I wonder what we’ll end up doing next time.
Papa