Back when Nate did stand-up, (before he knew me, I should add) he used to have this funny bit about how annoying it was when women woke up and told you their dreams. In this mocking falsetto voice, he’d say, “…and then you cheated on me! With THREE girls! And then I woke up. And now I’m SO MAD at you.”
I laughed on the outside; on the inside I was like…oops.That would be me.
Now, karma is paying me back.
Every morning, Thalia breathlessly describes to me in great detail her mind’s subconscious exploits. And then we went up to the library? And then Emma? She was with me, and then the library teacher read us a book? And then we heard the first page, and then we heard the second page and then we heard the third page and it was a Halloween story? And then the library teacher read us a second book? And that part was really funny because someone said hey, that’s not a Halloween book. And then you know what happened next..?
This pretty much continues through breakfast, while we’re getting dressed, with only a brief pause for teeth-brushing. If I’m lucky, she’ll remember just where she left off later that evening, and when I’m tucking her into bed, she’ll ask to finish.
I’m totally torn between smiling and nodding, acting like her every syllable is a gift from the fairies, while I scream silently in my head; and telling her outright to keep it to less than a half hour.
Sage, however, is more like Nate.
Ask her what she dreamed about and she swats you with one of her dolls and tries to go back to sleep.
Good thing they’re cute.