Browsing Category 3 Years Old

Bad Dreams

This morning, Evie told me she had a bad dream. I asked her what the bad dream was about. She softly started talking about how she was sitting in her snack chair eating a chocolate chip cookie. I interupted and said ‘You had a bad dream about a chocolate chip cookie?” She replied:

“No. I had a bad dream Dad ATE my chocolate chip cookie!”

A Family!

A few days ago, I pulled out a stack of stainless steel bowls, all nestled together. Evie saw them and pronounced them a family. But what you can’t convey in a post is the body language, the tone of her voice, the look on her face. The sheer joy of seeing a family of bowls.