Bad Dreams

Lately Charlie has had some bad dreams about some, well, odd subject matter.

This morning he woke up crying: "Yellow pushed me!" Baffled, I tried to make some sort of sense out of this. "A yellow *what* pushed you...?" But Charlie just continued to insist "Yellow! Yellow pushed me!"

And the other night he woke up tearfully: "Bad dream! Sea shells on my back!"

Sometimes I wish I could step into his head for just a minute to see what on earth is going on in there...