Our littlest is in our bed after some pretty hearty coughing. Papa has moved into another room.
She's asleep and starts crying softly.
I reach out to cuddle her. She wakes and I hear a smile in her voice.
Her: I had a dream.
Me: You had a dream? What was it about?
Her: I dreamt I was crying.
Me: No wonder I heard you crying.
Her: I was crying because I didn't want to eat mushrooms.
Her disdain for the delicious fungi runs deep!
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