Every day I ask Daniel if he's had any dreams. He always says yes. Then I ask what he dreamed about. Without fail, he either answers with "dentist" or "pancakes." Every. single. day. I have no idea why. I don't even think he knows what a dream is, but it cracks me up.
Since Saturday night when we had a special treat of a Costco hot dog for dinner, we've added a third dream option. "Hotdog for dinner." That's apparently what he had a dream about on Saturday night and today during his nap.
Can't make this stuff up.
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