A Very Good Day

Dreams:

Berit, directly upon waking this morning, more than a little bit confused...

"Mommy, I was just in dance class and I was eating cake and now it's gone! My cake is all gone, but it was just here! I was just eating a brownie cake, and I was at dance class!"

Berit, yelling, deeply asleep while crashed on the couch this afternoon...

"BOOTS!" (As in The Monkey, surely.)

Reality:

While Trevor and Berit put on coats and shoes to take Mosey for a walk this evening...

Berit: "Marta, you don't get to go. You have to stay here!" (Push, shove.)

Marta: "Ove you! Ove you, Bebit! Ove you, Daddy!" Running after them, "Ove you! Ove you much!"

This morning, opening for me her Mother's Day gift made at preschool:

Berit: "Mommy, it's something to hold your flowers!"

(In actuality it's a baby food jar of bath salts. The funniest part about this is that I enjoy neither baths nor cut flowers in the house. It is, without a doubt, the very best present I've ever gotten, no matter what it is.)

Marta, currently in bed reading a book with a mirror at the end:

"Hi there Marta. Are you, Marta? Hi there Marta."