I am tired and need to go to sleep. But I thought of something Isak said awhile ago that made me laugh (and I want to write it down before I forget).
One morning he came to me, kind of excited, and said: “Dad, I had a dream about you last night.”
“Oh, really! What did you dream about exactly?”
He thought for a second. “Well, there were some bad guys and some good guys… like in the Lord of the Rings.” He was concentrating on remembering. “You were fighting with the good guys,” he said with a smile.
I can’t wait to hear the end of this one, I thought. It was the way he told it, as if he was building up to something special. Maybe a super-dad-hero tale. “Wow! I was chasing away Orcs? Awesome!”
“Yeah,” he said with a smile.
This is going to be good. But wanting to hear the rest I asked: “What then?”
“They killed you!” he answered casually.
“They what?”
“They killed you!” he repeated.
“But I was helping the good guys! What do you mean I was killed?”
I don’t know… but you’re pretty much a dead man!”
“Well… what happened after that?” I was still hanging on to the hope of some good ending.
“Nothing. I woke up.”
“That’s it! You woke up?” I had just dropped from hero to zero. He had me set up for a lot more.
“Yep, that’s pretty much it!” And without waiting for another comment from me he asked: “Can we go out a play now, dad?”
“Sure… why not?” Take me to the orcs, I thought.
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