Me: “Clare, can you tell me about your dream?”

Clare: “Are you sure? It’s kind of scary.”

Me: “Yes, I’m sure. Please tell me.”

Clare: “Once upon a time, there was a green M&M. It had arms and legs and it could walk.”

Me: “What was its name?”

Clare: “Eminemy!”

Me: “OK, continue.”

Clare: “Soooo, Eminemy goes for a walk through the forest. And she’s walking along, do-do-do, when suddenly she hears a THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! (Insert inordinate amount of dramatic THUMP!s here.)

“And she thinks it’s a grizzly bear. But she doesn’t see a grizzly bear. So she keeps walking. And it’s dark and scary. And she hears another THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! (repeat …)

“But she still doesn’t see anything. So she keeps walking. And walking and walking in the dark, scary forest. And she hears another THUMP! THUMP! (You know the drill.)”

Silence. She stares at the ceiling.

Me: “What happens next?”

Clare: “Weeeelllll, she sees the bear and it’s not a grizzly bear, it’s a polar bear!”

Silence. More ceiling staring.

Me: “Oooh, a polar bear! Then what happens?”

Clare: “Then the bear eats her all up. The end.”