Luke had a terrible dream the other night. He dreamt that I pushing Sylvie in a shopping cart across a parking lot and that he and David were also in the parking lot, but some distance away. Suddenly, the shopping cart exploded and Sylvie and I were flung into the air. He came running to where we landed on the ground, still alive but somehow... different.
He asked me, "Are you going to be the same, Mommy?"
Apparently I replied ominously, "I'm afraid not."
The next thing he knew, his 19-month-old sister Sylvie stood up, now clad in a sort of black metal "fighting suit" and began to attack him. He was unable to fend her off, as her suit made her practically invincible. One of her eyes was her normal blue but the other was... red.
When Luke recounted this dream to me, I was so amused by the image of Sylvie as a lethal fighting toddler machine that I suggested we should remember it and make it Sylvie's Halloween costume next year. Unfortunately, Luke was freaked out by the idea, and is very much against our implementing it.
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