Q2 occassionally wakes at night with a bad dream. Usually it involves C4 taking something away from her. Paper. A crayon. Donuts. That would make me cry, too. Last night it was some thing about Greta, and then something about an elephant, I think.
When asked about it this morning on the way to the Building Museum, Q2 confirmed it, she does have bad dreams.
C39: "Did you have a bad dream Q2?"
Q2: "Yes! I had a bad dream about a BIIIIG scary lion. She was a mumma lion. And she was in my bed."
C4: "Ooooh. That WAS a bad dream."
Q2: "No, that was a GOOD dream!"
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