Fast forward to 6:00 Monday morning, when Cerise climbs into my bed shaking and almost crying. I ask what is wrong and she says she had a really really bad dream. I asked about what? and she says "about a heelo monster. It was 20 feet long." When I reassured her that it was not a real monster, but just a lizard, she asked, "Why would a big lizard make silver tracks?"
I almost laughed out loud. At least I know she was listening to his talk!

1 comment:
how cute. :)
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