Brooklyn is a dreamer.
Day and night.
Now, I certainly don't enjoy getting up in the middle of the night when she has a nightmare, but sometimes, it's just funny.
The other night I heard her in her room letting out little shrieks of fear. I went in there to comfort her and see what was going on.
I came in and she said she was being chased.
Chased by what?
A giant turkey, my friends.
Thanksgiving dinner, anyone?
Note to self: Never take Brooklyn to pick out a live Thanksgiving turkey.
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