A month or so ago, M woke up and came running out of his room, hair flopping on top of his head, crying. When asked why he was crying, M responded, "The penguin was hitting me." It was difficult not to laugh, but somehow I managed.
About two weeks ago, on the way to driving M to school, he said, "Grandpa's sick, Mommy." I asked him what he was talking about and M replied, "Grandpa got sick everywhere and it was gross." As we hadn't seen Grandpa in over a month, and to my knowledge, he had not thrown up during our last trip down south, I was perplexed. Then I remembered the penguin dream and asked M if he had dreamed Grandpa was sick. M said yes and that it was really gross.
Apparently, M needs some new books that are less fanciful than what he's currently reading. Although I'm fairly certain no one has gotten sick in any of the stories we read...
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