A Good Dream

This morning Zack woke up crying. When I asked him what was wrong, he said "I had a really GOOD dream". I snuggled him up to me and told him I was so sorry that he had a bad dream. In the saddest little voice, he said "it wasn't a bad dream, it was a good dream". To which I replied, "then why are you crying"? He said that in his dream he had lots of dogs with "smooth paws" and "smooth fur" that could talk to him. Then he started crying harder saying that he wants those dogs in real life. Poor Zacky:-)