Nightmares

You’ve been doing so well with sleeping all night in your bed lately. We were up to a record of nine nights straight when last night you had a bad dream and ended up in our bed.

Tonight while you were in the bath, I asked you about it. You said you dreamed your best friend didn’t want to play with you.

Me: But you know she really loves you. Bad dreams are just our brains’ way of helping us think through our problems and worries.

You: So . . . bad dreams are good!

Me: Yeah, I guess in a way they are.

You [smiling]: I love bad dreams! They’re so small, I want to protect them. They’re so cute!

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We were waiting for your daddy to come home with some lunch, and in the meantime you were eating a slice of brown cheese.

Me: What’s your most favourite food?

You: Brown cheese!

Me: Really? I thought maybe it was soup, or chips, or jumping beans…?

You [wagging an admonishing finger at me]: Now Mummy, you know I like all the stuff.

Sorry

This morning I was talking with your grandma on Skype, and you were playing with your dad. I looked over and you were stroking his face in circles, concentrating very hard. I asked you what you were doing, and you began to explain, then frowned and said, “Look, just don’t worry about it, okay?”

I laughed and translated for Grandma, who also laughed.

A moment later you came over and climbed into my lap. “Can I have a cuddle?”

“Of course you can.”

You put your arms around my neck and said, “I’m sorry I was angry with you, Mummy.”

You’re so lovely.

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Chickpeas

“What are you doing, Mummy?”

“Shelling chickpeas.”

“Can I have one?”

“Sure.” I give you one.

You eat it. “Can I have three in my hand?”

I laugh. “You can have four.”

You squeal. “Thank you very much!”

You proceed to eat half a can of chickpeas in small handfuls.

“Maybe I can have chickpeas in my lunchbox for barnehage!”