This 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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Date: 2005-12-15 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-15 10:05 pm (UTC)He does, now, understand what dreams are when he's asleep, but I'm not sure that's what he's talking about. How he was using it seemed very much more along the lines of a Dr. King-type dream; but I don't know if even his Sunday school classes have been talking in those kinds of terms. I know he's heard the Dr. King speech, one of the by-products of listening to NPR a lot, I guess. I'm still completely uncertain if that's what he meant or not...
There are definitely times when I wish I could see what is going on inside that little head.