Bailey dreams of the big bad wolf.

I was in the kitchen a couple weeks ago and Bailey finally woke up for the morning.  She was very sad and in tears.  She stopped on the stairs and said, “Mom?  Do we still have those animals?”  I asked her what animals and she said, “Those animals?  Where are they?”  She ran to me so so so sad and upset!  So I hugged her and she buried her head into me.  She said again, “Mom?  Where are those animals?  Do we still have them?”  I asked her again what animals and she said, “The big bad wolf.”  I thought she was afraid and so I said, “No honey, we don’t have them.  It must have been a bad dream.”  Oh man, that just made the tears flow!  She cried and cried and she told me how the big bad wolf carried her and that, “He was so nice because I looked at his face and he was nice.”  He was hairy and didn’t wear clothes and he pees in wolf toilets.  The big bad wolf had puppies though that weren’t very nice, but she still played with them. There were also penguins, a yak, Rosco, and a duck.  They were all going to the museum and she was SO sure that we could find that museum and go buy all the animals.  The saddest part was she said she got to carry all of the puppies on the way to the museum, but then they got there and she looked at me with those big brown eyes and said, “Then I didn’t know which way to go, so I waved goodbye.”  and she buried her head into me again and sobbed and sobbed.  “Mom, can we go look for them?  Can be go buy them?”  More tears.  Man, don’t you hate it when a dream is so real that it’s hard to wake up and realize it wasn’t?!  Try explaining that to a three year old.  Then there was the one last week about the huge gray spider on her bed that now resides under it…