Conversation with Conner (while asleep)… Conner: Oh…sorry! Me: What? Why? Conner: I thought I knocked over some heads. Me: Some what? Conner: Beads Me: Bees?? Conner: Beads. Me: Beads…What beads? There are no beads. Conner: They’re gone. They were there and now they’re gone. Me: Noo…You were dreaming. Conner: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me: What made you think you knocked over some beads? Conner: You were like, ‘gasp.’ Me: You were sleeping. Conner: I’m confused… Me: Yeah. Sorry. You were sleeping. Go back to sleep. And I wasn’t like, ‘gasp.’ You must have dreamed I was freaking out about something. Conner: Ok.
Livin' what we're given