June 6, 2011

Fin woke me at 2:30am calling for me from her bed. 

"Momma, I had a bad dweam! I dweamed there was a frog that came in the door and he got in my mouf and I had to spit him out! I don't want a frog in my mouf!"

(Note to Self: Refrain from using phrases such as 'frog in your throat' when discussing seasonal allergies with a not-quite four year old.)