Sunday, December 07, 2008

You can't make this stuff up

This morning, Matea and I had the following conversation:

Me: What did you dream about last night?
Matea: Ummmmm, Grandma Cindy and Grandpa.
Me: Oh? What about them?
Matea: Ummmm, they were finding presents.
Me: Oooooo. What kind of presents?
Matea: Ummmmm, ballerina stuff.
Me: Grandpa was a ballerina?
Matea: No, he was the queen!

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