I had a bad dream last night. Daddy says that people probably don’t know the kinds of things that three-year-olds have bad dreams about, so I’m supposed to write it here.

I had a dream that there was a race. I was there, and daddy and mommy, and Cristina who used to live in Colorado and now lives in Hawaii. There were also animals racing: an elephant and a cat and a moose.

So we were all running and I was really close to the finish line. I was so close! But then Cristina won. Only Cristina wins! And I was so sad because I wanted to win.

Mommy and daddy tell me that it’s ok not to win every time but that was still a bad dream.