Saturday night after coming home from staying with Gramamma during the LSU game, Ali woke up screaming three different times – 2am, 5am, and 6am. She wouldn’t talk, but she would shake and nod her head.
“Are you hurting?”
“Did you have a bad dream?”
“What was your bad dream about?”
Wow. It must have been awful.
The next morning, I asked her about her bad dreams.
I said, “But the Fairy Godmother came and made her an even prettier blue dress!”
“Yes, but the pink dress. It was messed up. The sisters weren’t nice.”
So let me get this straight, kiddo: You watched Snow White with no qualms, including the part where the evil Queen instructs the scary huge man to kill Snow White and put her heart in a box as proof…
But then, you watch Cinderella at Gramamma’s house, the happiest place in your world, and then scream all night about a dress being torn up?
Granted, they’re not very nice looking:
I’m starting to get it – fashion is important to Ali. The stuff that can make dreams or nightmares.
I think she might have a future on Project Runway.
But in that case, she better get over being so upset by dresses being torn apart, because the judges…