Well, not really. But there’s a guy here installing an ultragruvan piece of technology in my house, so I won’t have time to write today. Because, of course, when he’s done I have to play with it. Heh.
But I do have a story. Baby woke up in advance of Mom and Dad today. Mom dropped the baby off in our bed on the way to the shower.
Gertrude fell back asleep next to me and seemed to be slumbering peacefully. Then she began mumbling and fidgeting. And then, talking coherently. Though still asleep.
“No hurt Gertrude,” she said frantically. I leaned over to comfort her. As soon as my arm touched her she flinched and yelled.
“Big Bird, NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Torn between my need to comfort my child in her terror-inducing dream and my need to laugh hysterically, I hugged her to make her feel better.
But I still have no idea what was going on. During breakfast I asked Gertrude what happened in her dream.
“Puppies nip,” she said. So she was dreaming about Grandma’s dogs. Okay, that explains the “no hurt” comment. I feel better about that since my imagination was running wild.
“What was Big Bird doing,” I asked.
“He thwow Ernie! Big Bird in Big Trouble.”
Wow. In her dreams Muppets turn into the Sopranos. There must be a turf war on Sesame Street. That’s a strange little mind that kid has.
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