The Chebs has been dreaming up a STORM lately.
It took me awhile to clue in to the fact she was dreaming. I would go into her room in the morning, and she would be insistent about something.
For example, she woke up convinced there was a train outside her window: "Train! Train!" (wild gesticulation toward the window) "Cu-TIN! Cu-TIN!" So of course I hustled to the window. I've read "The Polar Express." I know it's not impossible.
And this morning, she was shrieking as I ran into her room: "Vacooom!? VACOOOOM?!????" Apparently, a sinister vacuum had haunted her dreams, and we should all be on HIGH ALERT for evil household appliances. Duly noted, Chebs.
It's kind of creepy to me how much she's thinking in general. There is a lot whirling around in her noggin. She's started reminiscing a great deal.
Chebs: Mail, Mama, Mail
Me: You talking about your mail?
Chebs: Yeah
Me: What did you get in the mail today?
Chebs: Stickahs. Stickahs! Stickahs?
Me: Yeah, you got stickers. What was on the stickers?
Chebs: Hooo-Hooo owl. Dog. Cat. Otto.
(She was on a roll there until she alleged that Otto was on the stickers. Otto lurked around when she opened up her card, but being a cat of considerable intelligence, he realized that NOTHING GOOD comes of the cat/sticker combination and beat it out of there.)
I guess I thought she was kind of floating through life, taking it as it comes. We hang out with a dog, we play on a slide, we take a bath -- it all blurs together in one large baby phantasmagoria -- a huge smear of indistinguishable memory.
Not so. She puts crap TOGETHER. Hub-D and I drove past a hiking trailhead last weekend -- where we took her hiking last October. We haven't driven past it since.
"Moooo!" she hollered from the back seat. "MOOOOO!" she insisted, pointing toward the trailhead as we sped past at 40 MPH.
There were NO COWS there, but when we parked there LAST FREAKING OCTOBER, there was a whole herd, and it was her first real encounter with bovines.
And she remembers. So we're still freaked out about it. And right now, she's snoozing away, dreaming about God Knows What (cow stickers?), but I'm sure I'll find out in the morning.
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All those days I chalked up to "Eh, he won't remember that anyway, he is too young", have come back to haunt me. In a big way. Damn vitamins and good nutrition. In my day you did not remember anything until you were 17 and we liked it that way!
Hrghffff.....
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