Robin started crying at 7 this morning. I went in to soothe her, to try to get her to sleep a little longer. She started talking.
"I wanted the big ice cream! I wanted the big ice cream but they were all out!"
She was not quieting down, and I was curious so I asked her about the ice cream.
"I blowed the candle out and there was a little ice cream. I wanted the big ice cream, there was the one with sprinkles. The lady with the green shirt ran out of the big, pink ice cream, the one with the little sprinkles."
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Lucy has those kinds of bad dreams. I call them First World Nightmares.
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