“No, you can’t have any ice cream.” A mother told her son.
“But why,” the son asked.
“Because, it will give you nightmares.”
“How? My stomach is here.” The son pointed to it. “And my dreams…my dreams…Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Where do dreams come from?”
“Hmm,” the mother thought about the deep, yet innocent question. “Everywhere and anywhere.”
“Everywhere and Ennywhere?” The son repeated.
“Yep, everywhere and anywhere.”
“Can I still have ice cream?”
The mother smiled. “If you eat all your veggies.”
The son groaned, but agreed.
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