Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Dreams, remembered

My memory of what transpired in the middle of the night:
Clara: "Mummy, I had a bad dream."
Me: "Oh.  What was it about?"
Clara: "Three pigs reading."

Clara insists, this morning, that she said "ghosts" not "pigs" but I could swear I heard right.

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