Most of my posts have been about my 5-year-old, whose exploits on a daily basis are pretty hilarious. But recently, my 20-month-old has been making funny for Daddy.
About a week ago, I had a startling dream. To put it in perspective, you’ve got to understand that when I come home, my little one grabs hold of one leg and won’t let go until she goes to bed, I pick her up or she gets fed, but that’s another story. It’s like I have a growth on my hip some evenings.
Well, in the dream, I was at a school talking to some teachers and out of nowhere drops what appears to be a small, hairy, toothy creature that immediately starts to devour every living organism in sight. As I begin my retreat, a teacher grabs my ankles. Every time I try to break away, the teacher reaches out and again grabs my ankles.
Soon the whirling dervish moves in my general direction and for all intents and purposes (I determine later), it is a killer Ewok — the little furry creatures from Star Wars.
Just as I’m about to be lunch, I look at my attacker and … it’s my daughter!
Perhaps dreams ARE a reflection of what’s going on in real life.