Asa tells a story...
Hey, Mom! A long long time ago, not when I was this age but a long long time ago when I was three... I had a fream while I was asleep at our house. I dreamed that I had a turtle in the bathtub and a turtle in the potty! (He laughs uncontrollably and then sings...) Turtle in the bath-tub, turtle in the potty!! I had two turtles.
I spoke up to say that if I were a turtle, I wouldn't want to swim in the potty.
Yeah. But these were dead. Yeah. They were dead so we just scooped them up and throwed them in the yard and then daddy throwed them in the woods. Then, bats ate them... but not the shells. Bats don't eat shells.
Um.... Should I be concerned here? I am assuming it's normal for four-year-old boys to dream about bats eating dead turtles that were floating in our bathroom? Geez.
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