When my second daughter was 4, I was driving her to daycare one morning and this conversation took place in the car.
MSD: I had a dream last night, but I don't want to tell you what it was.
M: Why not? Tell me...
MSD: (groaning, all flustered) OK... I had a dream that Peter Brady and I were holding hands...
M: Peter Brady?!?!?! Wow, what a dream! I bet that one won't come true. ha ha ha
MSD: That's not all, but I don't want to tell you the rest...
M: (getting all flustered and nervous myself now) Why? What else was it?
MSD: (groaning... it was so painful for her to admit) Sigh... he was smiling!!!
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