On the way to school yesterday this conversation happened:
Sweet Son: Mama, I had a dream like Martin Luther King Jr.
Me: You did? What was your dream?
Sweet Son: Well, not just like Martin Luther King Jr.
Me: Ok, what was your dream?
Sweet Son: MLK Jr wanted everyone to be nice and do stuff together no matter what they looked like.
Sweet Son: Yeah, my dream wasn't like that.
Me: What was your dream?
Sweet Son: I dreamed about happy alligators.
Sweet Daughter later said she dreams about her recital and having everyone watch her sing and how everyone will clap when she bows.
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