Happy New Year!
Number 4 came up to me this morning and said, "Oh, Mommy, I want to tell you about the dream I had about My Angel!"
My angel was blue. She was in a bag. (All the angels were in bags and they came down from the sky.) She told me I had to be good, but I don't know how. She showed me how to be good and made everything right, like the books and all that stuff. She wanted me to be an angel, but I didn't want to. I wanted to be five, and I wanted to stay home with my family. She saved the city and got back in her bag.
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