(Alex had a nightmare last night.)
Alex: Do you know what my dream was about, Claire?
Alex: It was about I was resting with my eyes open, and my door turned into a T. Rex face. And it rawred. I didn't like it, I tried to make it stop.
(breakfast)
Claire: Mommy?
Mommy: Yeah?
Claire: Why are we not eating the other ice cream?
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