Bucket full of Beavers

Last night Maebree came into our room about 2:30 because of a bad dream.  This has become the routine as of late. I go into her room, pray with her, snuggle her a couple minutes, then head back to bed. I vaguely remember that she mentioned it was something about a plane and beavers last night, but I asked her again today in my less-fuzzy state.   Our conversation was as follows:


*Remember I type in "Maebrenese". And no, I make no plans to correct her speech.  That will happen in school and that will be a sad day for momma.*

Me:  What was your dream about again last night Pumpkin? 

Mae:  Well...Me and Faifey and Emmy and Mikayla were all standing by the barn and we saw dis plane go by and it was shaking yike REAWY crazy.

Me:  And...something about beavers in it?

Mae:  Yeah.  There was dis bucket and it came down and there were beavers yike ALL inside it.

Me:  Beavers. 

Mae:  Yeah.  And the bucket was dropping out of the plane and it was shaking yike REAWY a yot.  And the plane was yike going back and forf, back and forf (at this point, the hand motions are flying...baby girl loves talking with her hands). 

Me:  Wow.

Mae:  Yeah....and den yike they were flying the plane and it was just shaking...

Me: The beavers were flying the plane? 

Mae:  Uh...No..PEOPLE were flying the plane...

Me:  Cause beavers flying the plane would've been ridiculous.

Mae:  YEAH!  Anway, they were just dropping the beavers out of the plane.

Me:  In a bucket.

Mae:  Yeah. In a bucket.

Me:  So, it was like "I gotta bucket, gotta bucket full of beavers" (sang to the tune of "Pocket full of sunshine") wasn't it? 

Mae:  Uh...no...THAT's ridicuwous mom. 

Me:  Oh...sorry. 


Apparently beavers dropping out of a plane is very scary to a 5-year-old.