The Most Wonderful Dream

Reagan woke up today in a half-sleep daze, and curled up in a little tangled bed-headed heap on my lap.  We rocked back and forth for a bit, and then she said the following:

Reagan: "Mom, they dance there.  It's so fun."
Mom: "Where do they dance?"
Reagan: "In Heaven!"
Mom: "They dance in Heaven?"
Reagan: "YES!"
Mom: "That does sound fun."
Reagan: "And he's making me a horsey room."
Mom: "What do you mean, horsey room?"
Reagan: "I love horses!  So he's decorating a room just for me!"
Mom: "Who's decorating a room for you?"
Reagan: "Jesus!  Up in Heaven!"
Mom: "Oh.  OK."
Reagan: "How many days are we here?"
Mom: "Where?  Here at our house?"
Reagan: "Yeah."
Mom: "Well, today we're going to Grandma's house for you to play, in a few hours."
Reagan: "NO!"
Mom: "You don't want to go to Grandma's house?"
Reagan: "Yes!  I mean, how long are we HERE, before we go to Heaven?"
Mom: "OH.  I don't know, Reagan.  Whenever God calls us home."
Reagan: "But will I hear Him?  I can't hear Him!"
Mom: "When it's time, you'll hear Him.  He'll say 'REAGAN!  It's TIME!  Come live with ME now!"
Reagan: "I want to go see my horsey room."
Mom: "When it's time, sweetie."
Reagan: "I miss grandma Fran up in Heaven."  (note: Grandma Fran died when Reagan was a year old.  There's no way she can remember her.)
Mom: "I miss her, too.  Do you remember her?"
Reagan: "Yeah.  We miss everyone up in Heaven.  But some day we'll see them again!"
Mom: "YES."
Reagan: "I dreamed I was dancing and playing with unicorns.  And picking beautiful flowers."
Mom: "That sounds like an amazing dream you had."
Reagan: "Well, one part was scary.  There was a dragon, and he was trying to eat me.  But the other part I liked.  With the unicorns and the flowers and the dancing."

I love peeking inside her little head.  It's such a beautiful place in there.

Lessons...

Reagan: "Mom, when I grow bigger, I need swim lessons, piano lessons, and tie lessons."
Mom: "Tie lessons?"
Reagan: "Yes.  I need lessons  to teach me tying my shoes!"

GOSH I wish there were such a thing.  The boys are nine, and it's been a struggle.

Undue Influence

A weekend alone with Daddy at the EAA Airventure 2013 has planted all kinds of seeds in little girl's head.  She announced this evening that, come November, she wants an airplane-themed birthday, with carrot cake.  CARROT CAKE just happens to be her Father's favorite cake flavor.  Gone is the "fairy princess" she's been talking about for.... I don't know, forever.  Her pink flowered bedroom now has a propeller on the wall, a toy airplane hanging from the ceiling, and a conspicuous name badge from the EAA above her bed. 

HMMMMM. 

My Point Exactly.

Mom: "Quinn! Colby! Reagan!  Come clean up the mess you made in this kitchen!  This is ridiculous!  There is ketchup everywhere.  I am doing you no favors by picking up after you all the time.  Mommy is no longer everyone's personal slave!!"

Reagan: "Well, then who IS going to be it now?"

UGH UGH UGH.  GRRRRRRRRR.