When I woke him up, he told the following story:
He dreamed that he was with Peter Pan and he could fly like peter pan, but he had wings that flapped really fast. He said there were three guitars there too and you take a little disc and put it in the guitar and it makes you play the guitar really good while you're flying. He said it was the best dream he's ever had.
Holy crap, I was cracking up inside so hard. I love my son so much.
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I can always count on a good laugh when I read your blog. That would be a sweet experience to be a rockin' peter pan.
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