One of our bedtime routines these days is to talk about our dreams.
"What is your dream?", the little one would ask. And I would pretend to sleep for a couple of seconds then make up a story for him.
We'd take turns and he would "sleep" then tell me his dream.
Children are so imaginative. He would tell me stories of people cut out of paper, of walking in the sun, of orange and grey trains that fly in the sky.
Tonight he told me a scary dream.
In an appropriately low and slow pace, he told me of ghosts and goblins where the light would turn off, and another light would turn off and another light would turn off.
A storyteller he is becoming!
