Dreams

The kids were pretending to sleep. I whispered to Jeff, "Do they really look asleep?"


"Yes, Eva does," he said. Then he broke into a smile. "If Xander is sleeping, he must be dreaming about picking his nose. At least that's what he is doing now."

Xander popped up. "I was dreaming about picking my nose! It's a big booger and when it came out, it looked just like daddy. I put it on the floor and it started walking around."


Jeff and I cracked up laughing. I looked at him and said, "I think your son just called you Boogerman."


Then I asked Eva if she was dreaming too. She responded so quickly, I wasn't sure if she even heard the entire question.


"I dreamed that I was picking my nose and when I pulled out the booger, it was big and it looked just like Xander so I put him on the floor."


"What did he do?" I asked.


"He played and then I ate him."