Dream On

Jonah likes to tell me about his dreams in the morning after he wakes up. Often, he can't remember them, so he regurgitates dreams that I've told him. But today he seemed to remember his accurately.

He went on and on about his adventures as a pilot in blah-blah-blah model of jet. In the end, his plane was blown up, or crashed, or something. "But I had a glider and I FLEW away safe! And Evan was with me and he had a glider carseat* and he flew away, too, but I had fire to go faster than him!"

Well, I sure hope they were wearing helmets.



*Glider carseat! Heh!