Last summer, my kids went to to summer camp at their school. They had a *fantastic* summer experience- in part because they got to spend a lot of time with the older kids.  The Bean latched on to George, a boy in 3rd grade. George couldn’t have been nicer to her- talking to her, playing with her and putting up with all the annoying things 4 year olds can do.  All summer long we heard about George- what he did, what he said and (most importantly) how the Bean was going to marry him when she got older. No doubt about it, he was the guy for her.

As the school year got under way, we started to hear less about George and I didn’t give it a second thought. Then this morning happened.

Scorch: “Bean- look at this!”

Bean: “Don’t bother me! I’m dreaming about George with my eyes open.”

I guess some dreams never die.