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| singing along |
I start to sing along with her and it encourages her even more. We spin around the room and giggle for a while then she runs up and yells at me in a super squeaky, excited voice:
Brinley: "I GOT DREAM TOO!"
Me: "You do?!"
Brinley: "YEAH!"
Me: "What is it, Sugar Bear?"
Brinley: "I GOT DREAM TOO! I GO GET IT!"
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| Off to chase down her dream |
Then she turns to run off, high stepping like a little, prancing pony. She's yelling "I get dream REAL FAST, Mama!" and starts to do her "roll 'em up" arm motions taking off for her bedroom. I watch with amusement as she trots off. Suddenly, she stops and I see her little head tilt to one side as if she's pondering something. She turns around and saunters back over.
Me: "Where's your dream, baby?"
Brinley, frowning and pouty lip out: "It downstairs. I wanna get it."
It now occurs to me that she stopped right in front of the stairs and realized the baby gate was blocking her way.
Brinley: "Mama, wanna help you get it." (She hasn't figured out she's supposed to say "help me" yet)
Me: "OK, Sugar."
She lights up, grabs my hand and drags me downstairs. I'm extremely curious to see what this dream is. She walks straight to the cabinets and climbs into one. I'm smiling and wishing all dreams could be so easily had.
Brinley: "OH NO! Bubbles GONE!"
or maybe not....
Me: "Yes, honey. You spilled them on the patio last night."
Brinley: "OH NO! I WANT BUBBLESSSSSSSSS!" Throwing her head back, arms straight down and belly out.
Me: "Let's go back upstairs."
I carry her kicking and screaming back up the stairs. I rewind back to the song, she instantly snaps out of it and starts singing again. I sure hope this time she decides on a different dream. Maybe this evening we'll fulfill the first one.
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| all better now |
