“Don’t, Mama. I’m dreaming.” So says Caitlyn to me apropos of nothing while we were at the Seattle Aquarium.
“You’re what?”
“I’m DREE-ming.”
“Ah,” I say. “What are you dreaming about?”
A small pause, and then she answers, almost wistfully.
“Soup.”
“Don’t, Mama. I’m dreaming.” So says Caitlyn to me apropos of nothing while we were at the Seattle Aquarium.
“You’re what?”
“I’m DREE-ming.”
“Ah,” I say. “What are you dreaming about?”
A small pause, and then she answers, almost wistfully.
“Soup.”
very cute. i wish you guys didn’t live so far away!
you’ve been tagged from my other incarnation.
my best to you.