D-Rex has a hard time turning his brain off to go to sleep (he’s my kid!) So when he was little I used to tell him to lie down and imagine what he wanted to dream about. And I would give him suggestions involving animals doing silly things, and he always said “No!” to every suggestion.
But I still do it from time to time.
So tonight I told him to go to bed…
Me: …and dream about goats jumping on a trampoline.
Me: How about camels drinking root beer?
Me: Flamingos with hula hoops?
My husband: Would you stop? Now my dreams are gonna be all messed up!