Moira has been a bit sick this week. Nothing too big, it seems mostly like a head cold. Poor girl.
Yesterday morning she was telling me about the dream she had overnight:
Moira: I had a dream last night.
Me: What was it about?
Moira: I was a girl King...
Me: That is a Queen, honey.
Moira: yeah, a Queen. I was a Queen, and you were a grown up Princess.
Me: What was daddy?
Moira: He was a grown up King.
Me: Well, what were your brothers?
Moira: Oh, them.... they are just the Royal Guys that make me my dinner.
And, isn't that all we really want from life? To be a Queen and have Royal Guys make our food for us?
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that's hilarious! i love little kid dreams!
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