Lately, the little guy has had a ton of questions about dreams. Just this morning he awoke from such a dream.  A dream of being chased around a store, only to be saved by Crazy Bella.  Honestly, I’ve got nothing when deciphering that dream, except (maybe, just maybe) Bella isn’t Crazy!

We’ve had discussions about ghost.  Mommy, are they real?  And I quietly try to explain that everyone has to form their own opinion to certain unknown things in life.  Mommy tends to believe there are angels around us and they help protect us.  As an example, I tell him I vividly remember my grandmother’s shrill when I was falling, on my way to shattering my kneecap.   In her high pitch scream, I heard, she’s falling.  I can’t explain why that voice was heard, but I do believe she’s with me.

This led to, “mommy will you be with me when your gone?”  My answer, without a doubt buddy.