Dreams

As soon as I walked into Drew’s bedroom this morning, he started to tell me an elaborate story of a bear in our yard and a giant.  He told me lots of details.  As he was finishing his story, he asked, “Mommy, can I see if the bear is still there?”  I told him that it was a dream he had and not real life.  Poor guy was very convinced that it was real and had really happened.  I had to tell him several times that it was a dream before he would believe me.