The dreams of a 4-Year-Old

A couple times in recent evenings, Andrew has woken up and opened his door to talk to us.

On Sunday night Liz went in and he said, "I don't like ... I don't like ... I don't like ... I don't like ... dust spots."

Huh?

Liz gently returned him to bed and blew over his head to reassure him that he needn't worry about dust spots.

Tonight he woke up again and I got to him first. He told me, "I don't like ... um ... um ... uh ... the paint."

Huh?

I put him back in bed and told him that he didn't need to worry about paint. What a fervent dreamworld.
(c) 2009 Scott Everett