Part 1
This morning, as Henry, Gabe and I snuggled in bed, we had the following conversation:
Me: "Good morning Henry, I love you. Did you have some good dreams?"
Henry: "Mo" (his no, pretty cute - most times!)
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry you had some bad dreams."
Henry: "Yeah" (also very sweet)
Me: "What were your bad dreams about?"
Henry: "Choo-choos"
Me: "Well what bad things happened in your dream to the choo-choos?"
Henry: "Boom."
Me: "Oh, that's very sad for the choo-choos to go boom"
Henry: "Yeah."
I wonder what he thinks we mean by dreams?
Part 2
Last night, I also had a bad dream. About a tornado. I've never been in a tornado, but I swear it felt like it could have been a real one. How can I dream about a lifelike tornado but never have experienced one in real life?
Part 3
This afternoon, Gabe, Henry and I were watching the garbage truck pick up our trash can. Gabe saw the arm that they use to lift up the can, carry it over the truck, and dump the garbage truck in. He said, "man, I wish I could drive a garbage truck." Then, he turned to me and said, "Did you see that arm lift the can up over the truck?" Let me give a little back story here...
For those of you who don't know, Gabe wanted to be a garbage man when he grew up. When I first heard this story when we were dating, I thought it was the cutest thing. When I asked why, he said that it was cool to be able to hang onto the back of a truck and jump off and throw the garbage in and climb back on the back. Growing up in Florida, I had never seen a man riding on the back, we only had an arm to lift the can. It wasn't until I moved here that I saw men riding on the back and knew what he was talking about.
Gabe definitely was in awe of the arm, something he'd seen for the first time today, but I'd seen since I was a kid. So we had a good laugh about that this afternoon. Which probably isn't very funny unless you were there, but that's okay.
I'm glad he still holds onto his childhood dreams.
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