before leaving for the field trip, i did get to spend a few minutes in bea's class during which time i checked out her last few journal entries.
'I had a dream that my father and me found a door and my brother went to the bathroom and there was no door so I saw him'
every morning when i wake the kids, i ask them three questions: did you sleep well? did you dream well? what did you dream? the last one is because i am totally fascinated with what their little minds process during the night and just what a child dreams about anyway. usually i don't get an answer and if i ever do its a short, one-word description - you, superheroes, lunch - so my search for insight is largely fruitless. UNTIL i found this journal entry. now i know - bea dreams about accidentally seeing hardie on the can.
'Last night my mom's sink was broken so I had a plan that I should hold [no idea] and my mom should go faster then the pipe broke so my mom [again, what the hell?] the best and fix it and that also was my dream. MLK had a dream that people should be treated equally no matter what color their skin is.'
i appreciate that bea chooses to segue between my mad plumbing skills and the vision of martin luther king, jr
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