Nightmare?

Brady woke up this morning while I was feeding Presley around 5:30 am.

He climbed up on the couch with me and uttered something about a bad dream.

He quickly said, "let me tell you about it".

Of course I insisted he do tell me all about it.

He began retelling all the details of his bad dream.

"We were here, in this house! Daddy got up to get ready for work. He told us bye, then he went outside and he took your car to work."

...awkward pause...

"That was it, that was my bad dream."

I am not sure which part of that dream was bad, but I hope his bad dreams stay this innocent and sweet for a while longer. :)