That's My Daughter!

We were at a restaurant the other day and on the kids' activity sheet there was a spot for children to write "I love my dad because...."

I figured Rachel would write "he's funny" or "he makes me laugh." Imagine my delight when she wrote "he takes good care of me."

I wanted to hug her so tight!

Rachel's Bad Dream

I'm not home that often when Rachel gets up for school. So I went in this morning to get her awake. I offered my arms to lift her and didn't want to let go. She was toasty warm from being under the blanket.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream and you were in it, but I don't want to tell you about it."

Obviously, I was now more than curious. Still, she made it clear she didn't want to share.

"Well...was I alive?" I stammered.

She hesitated. "Yes. Pretty much."

"Well, that's good!", I reassured her. "Daddy likes being alive!"

"Kowalski (her imaginary friend and Penguin from Madagascar) and I had the same bad dream."

"It's okay," I replied. "I'm fine. I'm right here."

"I dreamed you got shrunk, placed inside an M & M and somebody ate you."

Wasn't expecting that.

"Well, everything's okay," I comforted her with a hug. "Let's get dressed for school."

She's now on her way with mom.

Just to be safe, I think I'll sleep with one eye open for a while.