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liralenThis morning, while Jet and I were in the car on the way to preschool. We'd been bantering a bit about the fact that Jet's coat's cuffs can fold over his hands to keep them warm. And then... out of the blue...
"Mom, Dad has a better dream than both of us." Jet sez.
I blink.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. He has a better dream. I want a better dream than both of you."
"I'm sure you will, Jet."
"But Dad's is better and cooler than mine. I don't really have anything."
"But you will."
"Well... mine's cooler, but Dad's is better. I need to make my dream better."
"Mom, Dad has a better dream than both of us." Jet sez.
I blink.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. He has a better dream. I want a better dream than both of you."
"I'm sure you will, Jet."
"But Dad's is better and cooler than mine. I don't really have anything."
"But you will."
"Well... mine's cooler, but Dad's is better. I need to make my dream better."
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