KC Has a Dream

In honor of Martin Luther King (or Martin Luther the King, as Sophie says) I wanted to share something dream-related.

KC has a secret and very active life in sleep. He talks, yells, jumps out of bed...one time he backhanded me because he dreamt there was a giant spider on my face. Another time, he walked in from being on the deck in his undies. Regular old sleep talking happens all the time--at least weekly. Most of the time it's just muttering, some laughing and the occasional "No!". But every so often he'll have a really special dream. These are three of my favorites...

The Coral Snake
It's the middle of the night...

KC: (jumps out of bed and shouts) Mara!!  Get out of the bed!!  Get out of the bed!!

Me: (Getting out of the bed) What?

KC: (Flips on the light) There's a coral snake in the bed!

Me: (Still waking up) What?!

KC: There's a coral snake in the bed!

Me: (I am now awake) I think you're having a dream. There's no coral snake in the bed.

KC thinks about this for a second and then apologizes for waking me up. I get back in bed. KC is still standing next to the bed on his side.

Me: Want me to check?

KC: Better safe than sorry.

There was no coral snake in the bed.


The Little Guy
It's the middle of the night. I wake up and see KC shivering on top of the covers.

Me: KC, get under the covers.

KC: That's okay.

Me: Why? You're cold.

KC: There's a furry little guy munching leaves down there, so I'm just going to stay out here.

Me: I think you're having a dream.

KC gets under the covers. Later he told me that the furry little guy was just a ball with no eyes or body...only TEETH!


The Live Turkeys
It's the middle of the night...

KC: Hey Mara...

Me: (still mostly asleep) Yeah?

KC: There are some live turkeys in the room.

Me: (waking up) What?

KC: Do you see those turkeys over there?

Me: You're having a dream.

KC: Did you order some from Amazon Fresh?

Me: There are no turkeys.

KC: Yeah...I guess you'd have to sign for those.

Oops...I had a baby!

Sophie has been very interested in babies lately. When we were in Hawaii, she asked me if I would have another baby because she really wants a little brother.  I told her that you don't get to choose and she might just get another little sister. She said that would be okay, and told me that if I got her a bottle and told her what to do, she'd take care of it.

See KC?!?!?!

Anyway, she's got babies on the brain. Here's a conversation that Tyler relayed to me:

Sophie: Sometimes, when ladies get pregnant, it's an accident, right?

Tyler: Yes. Sometimes it's an accident.

(Sophie thinks on this...)

Sophie: I think Ava's going to have one of those accident babies one day.

(Tyler cracks up...)

Sophie: Don't tell anyone I said that, okay?

Sophie's First Presentation & Cheap Brats

Sophie's First Presentation
We've been back from Hawaii since Wednesday night and have had beautiful, sunny weather every day. So today I decided to take a little walk.  When I got back, Ava looked like this...

There's something strangely Hobbit-ey going on here

Sophie was in her bedroom talking away. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but every so often I heard KC say, "uh huh." After about five minutes, they came out of Sophie's room...

Sophie: Mom!   I just gave my first presentation!!

Me: You did?  That's great.  What was it about?

Sophie: I gave a presentation to Dad about upside down chairs!!

Me: Upside down chairs?

Sophie: Yeah!

KC: It was about the many uses for upside down chairs.

Me: (to KC) So what did you learn?

KC: That you can use them for transportation for your stuffed animals.

Sophie: And as a carriage for Ava!

Here is a picture of Sophie's visual aids:

Cheap Brats
Earlier today, she made a plea to her father for a new "Bratz Little Angelz". Bratz are possibly the only thing that I have forbidden in this house. They're just so skanky looking ("Skankz"). Of course, she now loves and desperately wants them.

About a year ago or so, my mother gave her a Bratz Little Angelz and I let her keep it (even though it's a skanky looking baby with tons of eyeliner). She hung the little marketing poster that came with it on her wall. It's been in her room for months. Today, for some reason, it caught her attention and she came running out of her room in search of KC (since she knows I'm anti-Bratz)...

Sophie: Dad...can I get a new Baby Brat (her name for them)?  I saw one on my poster and it says that it's three six six!*

KC: Three six six?  Three dollars and sixty six cents?

Sophie: (now leading KC from our room back to hers) Yeah. Three dollars and sixty six cents. I'll show you.

KC: Okay, let's see.

Sophie: Three dollars and sixty six cents...that's a cheap brat!

My point exactly.

*It turns out that "366" was the item number, not the price. It's still a cheap brat, though.