This morning emma woke up and exclaimed "Mommy I rode a pony last night!"

I began to engage her about the statement and realized she had a dream. She has never said anything about dreams before so I thought it was so cute. I asked her what color the pony was...then she repled "It wasn't a pony it was a horse! and it was black". Then I asked what she was doing on the pony. Then she said "uh, it was a dinasour. We were at the store. He needed a bandaid. He was so sweet."

It was the sweetest little story she has ever told!