Dreams with Hibry

I tried relaying my dream last night to Bryson.
I had a dream that I was packing Bryson into the car after a grocery run and a little voice chimed in, "Mom! Don't forget to buckle me in too!"
It was his little brother.

So here I am on the bathroom floor last night telling Bryson
Bub! I had the craziest dream. I dreamed that you had a little brother and I almost forgot to buckle him into the car before leaving the grocery store

His face turned to shock
"A brother??! What the whiskers!"
Then he started to tell me his own crazy dream that was inspired by my own.
"I had a dream that I had a sister on my butt and she looked like poop."
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Really, son?
And that's when I realized that I can't have a normal conversation with a 3 year old boy.
Everything and I mean E V E R Y T H I N G revolves around poop...and rocks.

He threw a tantrum that lasted Friday night through this morning at 3 am.
All separate incidents, but the longest tantrum ever, regardless.
Saturday night, he wanted to sleep with a handful of rocks.
Then he woke up in the middle of the night crying because he ended up sleeping on them and they dug into his back.
Last week at Dollywood, he cried because he couldn't fit all his rocks into his pockets.

Such a tragedy...these rocks...I tell you.