We have an obsessed boy in our house. The other night, Leif had a bad dream. He brought his blankets and pillow and laid down on the floor next to my side of the bed. We went back to sleep. Next thing I know, I hear what I think is my alarm clock. I wake up to a local radio station, so when I hear talking I think that it must be time to get up. I look at the clock, but it is only 5:30am. It is my son, still asleep, talking in a loud voice saying, "If he plays running back, then I'll be quarterback . . ." Dreaming about football.
11.20.2007
Football!
We have an obsessed boy in our house. The other night, Leif had a bad dream. He brought his blankets and pillow and laid down on the floor next to my side of the bed. We went back to sleep. Next thing I know, I hear what I think is my alarm clock. I wake up to a local radio station, so when I hear talking I think that it must be time to get up. I look at the clock, but it is only 5:30am. It is my son, still asleep, talking in a loud voice saying, "If he plays running back, then I'll be quarterback . . ." Dreaming about football.
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A plotting dream, even! Glad he's loving it, and hope he has decent weather to play in.
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