Sweet, Sour, or Dill dreams
Last night when I was ready to get in my bed, I checked on my sleeping boys. C was fine and I pulled up his covers to keep him warm. J was fine, too and had pulled up his covers himself. With both boys I always rub their cheeks, tell them that “I love you,” and if they stir ask them if they are okay or need anything.
C stirred a little and I put his blue blanket in his hand. J stirred quite a bit and when I asked him if he was okay or needed anything, his reply was, “pickles.” I asked him if he said “pickles” to confirm his request and J nodded his head “yes.”
No, I didn’t give him any pickles in his bed. I told him that I like pickles too, and that he could have some tomorrow. This satisfied him and I gave him his stuffed dolphin that he got when we were on vacation and stuffed black cat that he named, “Willie” after our cat that is in heaven. Then J rolled over and settled back into his pickled dreams.
I do wish I could know exactly what he was dreaming last night!