How I Know My Daughter is My Daughter

I had a bad dream.

- What was it about?

I dreamed there were bad men.

- Did they scare you?

Yes, they got blue lights in their eyes, and then they chased people.

- What did you do?

I ran away. If they touched me, the blue lights would go in my eyes, and I didn't want that.

- In your dream, did they ever catch you?

No, I ran away and hid. And then I got them.

- You got them? How?

There was a wire inside them that made them like bad robots. So I gave them a special chocolate, and they were like "mmm, yummy chocolate", and then the chocolate zapped their wire and they fell down!

- Very good, you beat the bad robots.

No, just some. The rest were still chasing me, so I hit them with a shoe.

- I think I had this exact same dream when I was a kid.

Maybe they were the same bad robots. I wish you had thought of giving them chocolate.

- Me too. You know, it was just a dream. It wasn't real.

Yeah, but it was a real dream.

-- KATHERINE, age 4