After waking Lucy up this morning, she asked me-
"Mommy, did Bobock Bamama win?"
"Yes- my little blue child, he did. Praise Jesus." I beamed.
She smiled and started to tell me all about the dream she had last night. Something about princesses and puppies. While she chatted on about her dream, I took the opportunity to distract her- with her winter coat, and a lesson.
"Lucy, do you know who else had a dream? Martin Luther King. He had a good dream. He dreamed about sharing, and being nice, and not hitting your baby brother...."
It was at that moment that I realized she had stopped listening to me and was onto my attempts to stear her moral compass and keep her warm.
Oh well. I tried.
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