When Carson wakes up in the morning he likes to go all non-stop, steady stream, verbal vomit on us until he has told us all the vivid dreams lingering in his brain. It usually takes about 5-10 minutes. While some of it is certainly intriguing, most of it is random. Dave and I listen and give appropriate nods, and "wows" and "that is incredible!", etc. Even though we might not be as drawn in as we try to seem, there is one very captive audience member.
Drake can't get enough of these stories, his little jaw hangs slightly open, his eyes stay WIDE under his constantly raised eyebrows. He doesn't even blink...seriously. And he remains statue still, staring Carson down the entire time.
Another dream"...and there was a house, a BIG house, and it was all made of ice cream. And then, Drake ate it! All of it!! And it made him fat, but not just a little fat, REEEALLLLLY fat. He was so fat, he couldn't even fit in his bed!..."
Drake was so enamored he couldn't contain himself. He whipped his head toward me, "Weeeeeee (really) fat?!?!?!" He needed some sort of validation. What Carson says is always the gospel truth to the little guy and this information was hard to wrap his head around.
"Really fat" I confirmed. That was all he needed. His head whipped back to Carson and it continued, but by this time we were onto monsters and guinea pigs.
2 months ago
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how cute! jax always makes up his dreams! every morning, i ask him if he had any dreams and he always says "ya, ummmmmmmm......." and then fabricates some crazy story! :) kids sure are fun! sounds like your boys are really great friends. that's neat!
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