Ella has not been wanting to eat dinner lately. Instead she throws a fit, saying she is not hungry for dinner, but is actually hungry for snacks and wants to eat them instead. Obviously that’s not working on ol’ mom and dad. But the other night she tried another tactic, shortly before dinner she snuggled up to me and said really soft and sweetly:

Ella: Daddy, guess what I dreamed about last night?

Me: What did you dream, baby?

Ella: I dreamed about in my head that I got to eat ice cream before dinner!

Me: Oh, yeah… (trying not to laugh)

Ella: Want to make my dreams come true?

Me: (Falls off chair laughing)

Now, when I tease her about it she says, “yeah, but that was my worst dream ever.”