So one fine morning we were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, when MyGirl busted out with this tale of woe:
Mom, I have to tell you something. Last night I started to have a bed dream. Then I punched myself in the head to make myself stop thinking about it.
It didn't work.
I tried biting myself. I tried kicking myself. Kicking. Biting. Punching.
So I woke Jack up. And I told him to punch, kick, and bit me. So he punched, kicked and bit me.
But that didn't work.
Finally, I punched, kicked and bit myself until I was too tired to think of anything but a horsey dream.
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