(again this was from last night, but ugh, what a night I had…even pushing “publish” would have been too hard for me)
me: Sweet dreams…
Jack: Goodnight. I don’t have dreams so you don’t have to say that.
me: Oh really? You tell me about all these crazy dreams and then you say you don’t dream? How’s that?
Jack: Because they’re real.
me: Your dreams?
Jack: They’re not dreams.
me: Sigh. Then the things that you see at night are real?
Jack: Yeah. I saw Great Grandpa.
me: You did?
Jack: He said hi to me. So that was real.
me: Oh, that’s nice Jack. What did you say?
Jack: I couldn’t really talk, but he was visiting me.
me: Do you miss him?
Jack: Yeah. Will he come back alive?
Jack: Sigh. Maybe he’ll visit me again.
me: I’m sure he will sweetie. He loved you very much.
Jack: He still loves me.
me: I know. Well, Goodnight and I hope you have some fun visitors tonight.
Jack; That sounds scary.