. . . but it surely makes the list. Re-posted from last year.
If this story
… makes you feel one-tenth as good as it does me, you’ll have a great day, too.
Jill reports on three-year-old Reidie:
Reid just woke up. He has a cold and he’s also having a hard time adjusting to the new schedule — he naps, and then he can’t go to sleep at night, and then he gets up late, and then he won’t nap and he’s exhausted by 7:00…
Anyway, he just woke up and I asked him (as I always do), “What did you dream about?”
“Darth Vader was chasing me.”
“Oh no! Were you scared?”
“No.”
“Really? I would have been scared.”
“Grandpa was holding my hand.”
I love it as much now as I did last year, even though I knew the “punch line” this time. Grand-parenting is the best.
I asked him about it this morning, whether he remembered the dream. And he told me that he does remember it, but that it was Darth Maul, not Darth Vader.