Chloe has a very active imagination. In fact, until she was about 5, she had an entire imaginary family. She had a green dad represented by MoJo JoJo, a Pink Mom (?), and a bunch of make-believe cousins named "Courtnik and Ortnik," etc.
And because the girls sleep over at my mom's a lot because of my new job, I tell them to think hard and meet me in our dreams for a play date or a picnic in the park, which they really get a kick out of.
But Chloe tends to have nightmares. A lot of them center around the two of us having a great family day out then suddenly I'm eaten by some sort of wild animal. The other day, we were driving in the car and she said "Mom, guess what I dreamed last night..."
"We were having a picnic in the park and then a volcano erupted and a huge octopus came out and threw you in the ocean, where you were eaten by a big shark. Then the shark spit you out on the land and a pit bull came and got you, Mom. It had two heads!" :Pause: "I was so scared!" she said.
"Wow, Chloe," I said. "I'm not quite sure I know what to think about that."
"Well I do," Riley chimed in. "I think it means she needs therapy."
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