I asked Jack Henry if he dreams at night. First he said, "No." Then he stopped and thought a minute and said "Yes, mommy, I do." I asked him what he dreams about, and without hesitation he said, "Marshmallows and butterflies."
That is much nicer than my childhood recurrent dream of a witch who was locked in a pinball machine escaping and chasing me through a forest of tall pine trees.
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That is much nicer than my childhood recurrent dream of a witch who was locked in a pinball machine escaping and chasing me through a forest of tall pine trees.
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