A Dream

Isaac woke up yesterday with a fever of 100.9. He slept in until 8:30, which may be the longest he's ever slept in in his little life. When he finally came downstairs, he was very concerned. The first thing he said was, "You're not a fruit snack, Momma. And I'm not a fruit snack."

He talked about it all day.

Spike: This morning Anders was a fruit snack and Daddy was a fruit snack and I was a fruit snack and our house was a fruit snack. And doggies came to our party. And what did you say to the doggies, Momma?
Me: Um, I don't know, buddy, I wasn't there. What did I say?
Spike: Did you tell the doggies to sit down in their chairs?

That conversation, or some variant, was repeated about ten times before nap time yesterday. That musta been sooooome dream!