I heard Zak telling his friend this dream in the back of our van the other day.
Zak: "I had the scariest dream last night."
Hailey: "Really?"
Zak: "Yeah, I dreamed there was a bad guy in our house and he killed my mom into a toy. And then I couldn't eat breakfast, lunch and dinner because the toy couldn't make it"
Hailey: "Oh, that's bad"
It gives me purpose now, making all those meals. My poor little boy would be devastated if I couldn't make him his PB Honey sandwich.
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