Oh to be four...

We hear the pitter -patter of little Anne feet running in our room.
It's around 3am.
She is frantic. "MOM I HAD A BAD DREAM".
She has only done this once before...
I peel back the covers to welcome her.
She snuggles down, and begins to relax.
I asked her what her dream was about.
She replies simply.
"Kittens".

~Chat soon!