Friday, March 11, 2011

Sweet Dreaming


"Mom? Can you hold on to my arm while I fall asleep until I'm dreaming?"

"Sure, honey."

"Then, when I'm dreaming I can pull you into my dream and we can fly out of the window up to the roof of the house and get down my Frisbee that's stuck up there. We can take a ladder down if you want."

"I'm in."

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13 comments:

  1. Heather of the EOMarch 11, 2011 at 5:23 AM

    I really really love this one.

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  2. CherylMarch 11, 2011 at 5:26 AM

    I've got something in my eyes blurring my vision.

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  3. dusty earth motherMarch 11, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    I.am.dying. over this one.

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  4. Karen at French SkinnyMarch 11, 2011 at 7:19 AM

    Love. Love. Love.

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  5. EllenMarch 11, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    What a dear little boy you have...I am feeling all mushy inside.

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  6. AnonymousMarch 11, 2011 at 9:22 AM

    Ohh, to be pulled into Bob's dreams... I bet that would be a trip. :)

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  7. YuliyaMarch 11, 2011 at 10:44 AM

    Inception ain't got nothing on this kid.

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  8. KnadeleMarch 11, 2011 at 3:11 PM

    I'm feeling all dreamy myself right now.

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  9. KirstenMarch 13, 2011 at 4:34 AM

    For some reason this made me sentimental... I love it, though!

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  10. -LoMarch 13, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    I love your blog. Its so full of love!

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  11. trinity67March 14, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    Weep.

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  12. Ms. MoonMarch 14, 2011 at 5:46 PM

    He is a poet. SUCH a poet.

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  13. StarMarch 16, 2011 at 1:11 PM

    The love, your good parenting skills and Bob's amazing thoughts at such a young age that flow out of your posts are like rain on a parched desert. Thank you so much.

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