So Emma, at about 3AM the other night, woke up with another bad dream…
Mommy! I had a bad dweeem! (sobbing quietly)
Oh honey, It’s okay, it was just a dream.
The Daddy was twying to fwow me into a bit! (sup-sup)
Oh sweetie, that wasn’t real honey it was just a dream.ah hah
Would our Daddy throw you into a pit? No. He wouldn’t do that would he?
No (sup) the Weel Daddy wouldn’t do that.
(a little perkier now)
Weel Daddies do Up-High, and Buttup-High, and Hipsup-High, and Towwewr.
(thinking of her favorite games)
THAT what Weel Daddies do!
…
Wheh is the Weel Daddy?He is sleeping.
Oh. Ok, I want him.
Being 3AM I was sleeping like a runaway train; oblivious yet focused.
As it turns out, this was the third bad dweem she has had about me in the past couple weeks. In the other two I was withholding access to her Bibbit pillow and pulling the fuzz off of her Bibbit pillow respectively. Pulling the fuzz off her Bibbit could be construed as nightmarish under almost any circumstances.
So tonight at bedtime she brought it up again:
You the Weel Daddy.
Yes, I am the Real Daddy.
What do Pwetend Daddies do?
Well, that is a good question. But, if they are pretend Daddies can’t they pretty much do anything you want ’em to?
Uh huh…like twy to fwow me into a bit.
Yikes, kid! Knock it off with the Pwetend Daddy fwowing you into a bit already?
I didn’t do it and, frankly, I don’t even know what IT is?
As it turns out, “fwow me into a bit” has been further explained at some length and seems to be her way of saying something related to me (I mean Pwetend Daddy) trying to bite (bit) her big toe. That is really kind of a focus for a lot of things lately. It is where the really big coughs come from and the place that the last scrap of food goes at dinner…I suppose it’s really just ‘land’s end’ on her body.
Anyway, I haven’t exactly gotten to the bottom of “fwow me into a bit” yet and even Abby gave me a quizzical shrug when I looked to her for much needed help.
I guess there is no direct translation.
blief 
Nightmares are sure no fun….for anyone!
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You can say that again (Margy)!
I remember one of my most awful recurring nightmare (whenever I had a high fever) was the illusion of being pulled up by one leg into the Sun! YEO-OWW!!!
Just keep on being a REAL, GOOD Daddy, Lief, and Amelia will maybe quit having those awful nightmares. Let us hope so!!
Love, the Great Grandpa Z (sometimes known as Great Grumpy — but that’s all in fun, don’t you know!?)
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Reminds me so much of our little ones right now. Not only are the nightmares hard on the little ones but to the real mommys and daddys getting up to calm their poor little dreamer’s racing hearts.
Your girls sound so precious! (Finally had some time and found out how to get to your blog . GREAT FUN reading your news.)
Love, Cousin Amy
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