You gotta have dreams

Pop Up just said:

Sometimes when I have good dreams I wake up and want to tell you but I can't remember them ...

And when I have bad dreams I don't want to tell you those (he doesn't want to think about them again and stir up bad memories) ...

Then some nights I don't have any dreams at all ...

So that's why you don't hear anything about dreams from me

At least he tells me all his other dreams ... like how he's going to change the world one day. And as far as those dreams go ~ the sky's the limit with this guy! I have always been amazed by him. He's definitely an old soul and wise beyond his years.

I usually write these things down in a journal but don't have that handy right now and didn't want to forget this one. So parking it here was the next best thing.

It's genetic

Pop Up just came in and announced:

"I know what I'm going to have for lunch today. Campbells Chicken Noodle Soup. I had it yesterday." Had to make it himself cuz mom was ... uh ... blogging. "And I discovered something. I like the chicken & broth now." First time he's had it since last winter.

Me: "Yep, you used to just eat the noodles, eh?"

Him: "Yep."

Me: "I used to do that, too." Fact is I still don't like the chunks of the so-called- 'chicken'!

Him: "Oh, so is that where I got it from?" as he winked, grinned and turned ... counting down the minutes.

That boy loves to eat. I'm surprised he'll stoop so low as to eat canned soup. He's got some serious filet mignon taste buds going on there. And he likes to eat ON time. Somewhere along the line, he decided that 12:00 was the optimal lunch hour. So, like clock work, he hops up from whatever he's doing at 11:58 (he's so much more disciplined than me) so he has time to make his own: sandwich, pizza, or now ... soup. Cuz you know, mom's usually ... uh, blogging.

Only 98 minutes until lunch prep begins around here. And then he'll start thinking about dinner.