Dreams

When we put Claire to bed, she knows she shouldn't get up again unless she has to pee. She also knows she shouldn't come bother us - out of her room - unless "I have a pee accident, a poopoo accident, I puke, or I have blood all over." She still does, and then she has to surrender one of her stuffed animals or her pillow. She has decided this isn't worth it for the most part, but tonight's exchange was hysterical. It follows a discussion we had about bad dreams last night; she's been in bed less than 6 minutes.

Claire: I didn't have the dream I expected to have.

Mommy: Yeah? What was it about?

C: Spiderman and Venom.

M: Cool dream!

C: No. Venom was all black...

M: Sounds right.

C: Even on his face! And Spiderman has black on his face, too.

M: I think Spiderman does have black on his face. What were they doing, flying around between buildings with their webs? That's what they do usually.

C: No, they were walking. Walking and playing goop.

M: Hunh. I don't know how to play goop.

C: They throw goopy stuff at each other and... um...

M: Do they make a mess?

C: Yeah. But then they cleaned it up.

M: Oh, good.

C: But then they threw mud at each other and bounced in the mud.

M: That sounds like a funny dream.

C: It was a little scary... (walking away)

M: I'm sorry. Goodnight.

C: (turning back) It was kind of funny now I think about it. Hehehe. Goodnight.