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.