We were all cuddling in bed together this morning. We always talk about how our night was and what we hope for the day. Eli chimed in of course. Oh the wonder of a toddlers stream of consciousness.
Me: "I had weird dreams last night. I think I had a nightmare."
Eli: "I had dreams. I had sad dreams. I cry a lot, a lot. I had dreams 'bout Jesus. Jesus get baptized in my Bible. It's six sixteen clock. It's sixteen o'clock. Time to get up! Get up dada!"
And so the day began....