“What is going on with your pants, Pierce?”
“I have a rock in my pocket.”
Okay… Fine? We finished our shopping trip. We headed through the parking lot, but as soon as I required his hand be in mine, it became obvious something bigger was going on. I told him to take his rock out, so that his pants would stay up. He pulled out one, then another, and another…
Rock? Rocks. Definitely plural.
Ellie fell asleep face down in the couch today. That’s one way to nap, I guess.
I dreamed a bear was after me. Right as I was doomed, my dear husband made an appropriately awful noise in his sleep. I woke up feeling I’d been grabbed, the noise played into my dream, and I lay there with an adrenalin rush. I was just drifting off when Charlie grabbed me… again.
“Momma. Momma, I’m scared.” Ha! Me too! I asked her what she dreamed about. “There was this bear…” That’s just eery… That was, however, where her dream’s similarities ended. Turns out, a picture she drew of a friend’s dog was eaten by Maisie in her dream. It was enough to have her up and freaked out. Must’ve been some picture.