Yesterday morning, Bronson woke up whining for a Band-aid.
Me: You don't need a Band-aid, you just woke up.
Bronson: Yes! Mom! I NEED a Band-aid!
Me: What happened?
Bronson: (Very serious, frowny face) A vampire bit my elbow!
Me: (inspecting the scratch on his elbow) Where was the vampire?
Bronson: In a castle, with me and Nalani and Maika and Logan.
Me: Where was I? Where was Daddy?
Bronson: At the store...
I think what really happened was he fell off the bed last night (because he did fall off the bed) during a nightmare about being chased through a castle with his sisters. Dreams are so crazy and sometimes so scary. But, Bronson is truly convinced that he was bitten by a vampire...I think they could've found a juicier place to bite than his elbow...Maybe the Cullens have moved from Forks?
3 comments:
That poor boy! It is scary to be chased by vampires...I hope you gave the boy a band aid!
I don't know what's worse...being bitten by a vampire or forced into your sister's dresses! I still have very vivid dreams, but I remember as a child, I would wake up and still believe my dreams were real. Poor, little guy. And maybe you should look into getting him a bed rail:) Fun post.
You do live kind of close to Forks...
Love the picture!
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