In the car on the way to her preschool, Reese says to me "I prefer not to tell you this, but I will. In my dream last night, you were a skeleton. A nice one not a mean one. Okay, I'll continue, Mimmie was one too and Grandpa had a pumpkin head."
I prefer and I'll continue? Couldn't be cuter coming out of a five year old!
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