Sam: "Mrs. Allison, I had a bad dream last night."
Me: "Oh. Do you want to tell me about it?"
Sam: "Well, a big green ooey gooey monster came to my door and he knocked and I told him to go away and he didn't. Then my teacher gave me some grown-up scissors and I chopped his finger right off and then he went away. And that was my bad dream."
I forgot about the days when my bad dreams consisted only of injuring big green ooey gooey monsters with grown-up scissors. A child's innocence is so sweet :)
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