<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727</id><updated>2011-11-13T15:26:15.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreams of a three (four) year old. (Now seven).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-3987141862475629891</id><published>2009-03-22T19:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:14:22.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe and Nonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's kind of like a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, what we're going to do when it's Pesach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When it's Pesach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Abba Sabba's going to hide the afikomen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Abba Sabba's going to hide the afikomen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And I will find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And I will find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And then I will hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And then I will hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And then they will find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And then they will find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-3987141862475629891?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3987141862475629891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=3987141862475629891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/3987141862475629891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/3987141862475629891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/gabe-and-nonny.html' title='Gabe and Nonny'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-698148275187158380</id><published>2008-11-17T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:23:40.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House on Fire!</title><content type='html'>It's pretty nice, I just wanted the title to be not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl that lived in a house, but she had anything that she need, but she didn't have a backpack, and she didn't have a name, just 'Big Girl'.  That's her name.  And Big Girl brought her whole house was on wheels and she got into the front of her house and she drove her house wherever she needed to go and if she needed something she would just go into her house and go back where she was.  And she was 1001.  And she had a  granddaughter and her granddaughter's name was '14'  She was really 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-698148275187158380?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/698148275187158380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=698148275187158380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/698148275187158380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/698148275187158380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-on-fire.html' title='House on Fire!'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-8943458626483495537</id><published>2008-11-17T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:17:19.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor People, Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl named Stefanie, and she was a mommy, and she had a little boy named Alex and he was crazy and they didn't have any money and food and but no furniture and no toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they voted for Barack Obama and Barack Obama made everyone in their town give money to them and they were the only ones that were poor in their city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe made this whole story and his daddy typed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did you think of this story?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pooping! and looking at mommy and Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-8943458626483495537?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8943458626483495537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=8943458626483495537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8943458626483495537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8943458626483495537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/poor-people-barack-obama.html' title='Poor People, Barack Obama'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-5282304732492016804</id><published>2008-08-14T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:56:28.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's really a song.  It's a story song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time I was as little as a grape and then I was as little as an egg.  And then I turned two and then I turned three and then I turned four and then I turned five then I turned six then I turned seven then I turned eight then I turned nine then I turned 10 and that's when I was a teacher.  And so I teach kids in pre-school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One and a two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm me and then I was growing up then I wished I was a baby so I could be the cutest of them all.  And I could play with my baby toys and the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-5282304732492016804?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5282304732492016804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=5282304732492016804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5282304732492016804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5282304732492016804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-2768374809583297534</id><published>2008-07-16T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:08:59.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmon (a song)</title><content type='html'>Knock knock, who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Baaa.&lt;br /&gt;There was a little sheep who ran away from her mother, and when she got there, she missed her mother, so she tried to find the way back home.  And she suddenly found it.  She didn't find her mother, her mother found her, so that's why somebody went to find his sheepy.  (Sheepy is the same word as sheep, but two sheep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very last part, but not least, Salmon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-2768374809583297534?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2768374809583297534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=2768374809583297534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2768374809583297534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2768374809583297534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/salmon-song.html' title='Salmon (a song)'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-1869986556114616448</id><published>2008-06-11T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:10:53.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Nappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's a dream song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy nappy, happy nappy, happy happy nappy nap. Happy nappy happy nap happy happy happy nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-1869986556114616448?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1869986556114616448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=1869986556114616448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/1869986556114616448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/1869986556114616448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-nappy.html' title='Happy Nappy'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-5693058007719155296</id><published>2008-06-11T08:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:11:38.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Hat (a new song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's a kind of story song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy, happy happy, happy happy, happy haaapy, happy happy happy hap hap hap hap, hap py hap, I just what to do&lt;br /&gt;I want to jump all around the place, and I have a lot of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-5693058007719155296?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5693058007719155296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=5693058007719155296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5693058007719155296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5693058007719155296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-happy-happy-happy-happy-hat-new.html' title='Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Hat (a new song)'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-4475615609911068536</id><published>2008-05-05T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:24:14.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song</title><content type='html'>This is not a dream, but it is a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyday is the same&lt;br /&gt;Not everyday, not never&lt;br /&gt;never never ne ne ne never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ne ne never the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-4475615609911068536?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4475615609911068536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=4475615609911068536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/4475615609911068536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/4475615609911068536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-song.html' title='My Song'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-5637569250896736556</id><published>2008-05-05T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:18:57.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a story dream</title><content type='html'>The real title is "Never."  It's not a never dream, but that's the name.  Is that silly?  The title is never, but it's not a never dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a monsterrrrr.  And a dinosaur.  raaaar.  And there was a knight and a superguy and spiderman and superman and supergabe.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the house, even the house was super, and everything was here, even the telephone.  And everything, even the house, even the pillow, even the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, even superman and spiderman, even the knight and superhero, who I don't know who's name it is and they all flew away.  And they goed into the monster and the dinosaur and split up.  Super guitar and the super guys and spiderman and superman went into the monster and we all went into the dinosaur.  But, we were not afraid.  And even the couch was not afraid, even the crayon.  Never, not anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-5637569250896736556?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5637569250896736556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=5637569250896736556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5637569250896736556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5637569250896736556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-story-dream.html' title='It&apos;s a story dream'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-8246482749680847467</id><published>2008-03-20T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:57:48.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABCDEFGHIJKMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ Now I know my ABCs, next time won't you sing with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-8246482749680847467?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8246482749680847467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=8246482749680847467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8246482749680847467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8246482749680847467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/abcdefghijkmnopqrstuvwxyz-now-i-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-7486330810618736838</id><published>2008-03-19T08:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:02:56.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Daddy and Gabie and Alex, The Pirate Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mommy and Daddy and Gabie and Alex, The Pirate Family, cut the monsters into little pieces and put them in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were monsters in the house, in our house.  And we dressed up like a pirate, everyone.  And everyone had a sword, even Alex.  And they knew how to cut the monsters into tiny little stars.  Like Twinkle Twinkle Little star.  So, we cut them up into little tiny stars, like twinkle Twinkle Little Star, so we put them in jail.  Then we were happy, happy, and happy.  Then we knew we needed to be pirates, because it was Purim that day, because it was Friday, and we had a party on Friday.  Then it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's do the good dream:&lt;br /&gt;The good dream is like the TV.  But, it's not the tv, a different dream.  So, it happened on this show (which show?) This Pinky Dinky Doo.  I mean, it's a song, badaboo badaboo bakadabada bakada bakada bapabalo badababoobaboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poopie head and the body.  The poopie head falled down, then poopie head fell on the floor.  Then poopie head fell on the couch.  Then poopie head goed upside down. (who is poopie head?)  That's my pretend pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-7486330810618736838?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7486330810618736838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=7486330810618736838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/7486330810618736838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/7486330810618736838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/mommy-and-daddy-and-gabie-and-alex.html' title='Mommy and Daddy and Gabie and Alex, The Pirate Family'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-3469885770469779039</id><published>2008-03-09T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:10:19.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Bambi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 minute I have to get Bambi (what Gabe calls Alex) and wahoo gakoo hotcheez uno dos tres quatro cinco seis. Yhe alphabet is rock and can't talk or move. Let's sing the ABCs: ABCDEFGHIJ KLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ now  I know  my ABCs,  next time won't you sing with me? Now fast -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ABCDEFGHIJ KLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ now  I know  my ABCs,  next time won't you sing with me? That's the end of my good dream. Now I have a bad dream. Then a gooder dream. The bad dream was that I fight all the monsters with my daddy. We kicked and hit them. And stomped on the monsters' feet and kicked the monsters' everything and we did and did and did, the end. And the gooder dream was stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp  then dance dance hoola kepa di di di di di! Blah blah blah, the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-3469885770469779039?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3469885770469779039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=3469885770469779039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/3469885770469779039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/3469885770469779039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-bambi.html' title='Get Bambi'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-1890215977560773621</id><published>2008-03-05T08:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:48:43.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.  The little dog laughed to see such sport and the dish ran away with the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-1890215977560773621?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1890215977560773621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=1890215977560773621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/1890215977560773621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/1890215977560773621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-diddle-diddle-cat-and-fiddle-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-2061502770887562851</id><published>2008-02-28T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:38:32.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was with Mrs. Neufeld.  I was in Mrs Neufeld's house.  Then monkey came down the stairs.  It was a big chimp.  It scared me.  Then I didn't know where to go.  Monkey's like to be pirates because they're so naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pirate dream too:&lt;br /&gt;There was no Alex the baby, because the baby was still in Mommy's tummy.  So, we played Arrrr. Pirates!   You (daddy) were the captain of the Matey.  The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-2061502770887562851?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2061502770887562851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=2061502770887562851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2061502770887562851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2061502770887562851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-with-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-2511339997372991052</id><published>2008-02-15T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:58:51.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about you! (mommy)</title><content type='html'>You. F, Nef, Ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drew on your legs and you loved tattoos so you goded to the New York pizza store. Just only for you Umi and Opa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-2511339997372991052?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2511339997372991052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=2511339997372991052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2511339997372991052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2511339997372991052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-all-about-you-mommy.html' title='It&apos;s all about you! (mommy)'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-6219943781170060327</id><published>2008-02-14T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:58:09.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The dinosaur from the museum was in my dream. I didn't see the footprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now for the good dream, and it's Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho. I only know how to count to ocho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Abre cierda,and abajo is down and ariva is up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, that was my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-6219943781170060327?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6219943781170060327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=6219943781170060327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/6219943781170060327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/6219943781170060327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/dinosaur-from-museum-was-in-my-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-5774263516206052717</id><published>2008-02-10T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:33:28.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You, you, you you you, you, you you, you you you you...</title><content type='html'>It's a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were (daddy) a little boy.  And you were so bad, cause you drew on the walls and on your skin every day.  And you loved sticker tattoos.  Maybe we can have pizza tonight.  You saw the cow jump over the moon and you sang the song "Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.  The dog laughed to see such sport, the dish ran away with the spoon."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-5774263516206052717?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5774263516206052717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=5774263516206052717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5774263516206052717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/5774263516206052717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you.html' title='You, you, you you you, you, you you, you you you you...'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-2486454913345790547</id><published>2008-02-08T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:50:49.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all about myself, and it's a Spanish dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno.  Uno is Spanish. Not Hebrew or English, Spanish.  I speak Spanish, you know.  I speak Spanish.  That was not in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho.  What comes after ocho? (nueve). Diez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a poem dream, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Friends. School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-2486454913345790547?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2486454913345790547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=2486454913345790547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2486454913345790547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2486454913345790547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-all-about-myself-and-its-spanish.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-2721945238723377668</id><published>2008-02-06T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:07:34.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Pets</title><content type='html'>(This is pretty much an episode from Wonder Pets)&lt;br /&gt; It's a funny dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Ming was stuck on the roof.  And Winnie and Tuck had to save Ming Ming.  Cause she couldn't fly because there was tree sap on her wing.  So, how could she fly?  Because she wanted to fly.  They got it.  They had to take a nest and they took rope and they zzzz and the zshoop and they shkkk and they fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good dream.  It's the alphabet.  And it's a faster alphabet than you.  And slower alphabet than Opa.  So, this is how it goes. (sings quickly) ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ now I know the ABCs, next time won't you sing with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll sing the slower. (sings slowly) A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z.  Now I know my A B Cs, next time won't you sing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Now I had another dream and it was just the ABCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC ABC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-2721945238723377668?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2721945238723377668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=2721945238723377668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2721945238723377668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2721945238723377668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/wonder-pets.html' title='Wonder Pets'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-7295920735950086601</id><published>2008-01-25T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:30:21.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The letters were monsters! The end.  (The end? Were they good monsters or bad monsters?). One was bad, and a lot were good.  (Did the good monsters make the bad monsters go away?)  The good monsters tried to catch them, and they did, they made the bad monsters into good monsters.  (Do you remember which letter was the bad monster?)  You know, the first letter.  A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-7295920735950086601?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7295920735950086601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=7295920735950086601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/7295920735950086601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/7295920735950086601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/letters-were-monsters-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-754924559502044959</id><published>2008-01-24T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:38:40.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABCs</title><content type='html'>A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z. Now I know my ABCs, next time won't you sing with me? (that was you dream?) yes, the alphabet. They were talking. Isn't that funny? Letters that talk? Then letters that are rocks? Rocks that talk? (What did the letters say) mlmlmlmlelelelaachc, they were silly. lalalalalalala. They couldn't move because they were rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's sing the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z. Now I know my ABCs, next time won't you sing with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a bad dream:&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are, up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky, twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.&lt;br /&gt;(that's not a bad dream, why is that a bad dream?) Because there was monsters in twinkle twinkle little star. There were no comets in the sky, so she couldn't fall down. (who?) Little star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-754924559502044959?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/754924559502044959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=754924559502044959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/754924559502044959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/754924559502044959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/abcs.html' title='The ABCs'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-8752012063776096933</id><published>2008-01-23T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:03:30.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying stairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The stairs were flying.  Then I don't know.  I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-8752012063776096933?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8752012063776096933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=8752012063776096933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8752012063776096933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8752012063776096933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/flying-stairs.html' title='Flying stairs'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-3674061262799720328</id><published>2008-01-22T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:40:47.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl dream and a boy dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was nothing in my dream, except a piece of paper. (That's it?) No. And a girl had it. Mommy was a little girl, and she wrote on a piece of paper and she wrote "I miss Andy, and Gracie, because they are both on vacation." And they and mommy were sad, 'cause Andy and Gracie were on vacation but they didn't get to see Mommy and Mommy was sad because she couldn't see Andy or Gracie. Then she wanted her Mommy and she said "Andy and Gracie are on vacation, yes they are, what can I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;do about it" said Mommy to her Mommy. Oh, I know, you can make a card. So Mommy and Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;made a card to Andy and Gracie, and they wanted to know what it said and this is how puppies read. They eat the paper. That's how puppies read, and they shared and they ripped it. Then their doctor came and he checked if the paper was still there, but it was not, and that doctor was so mad "Andy and Gracie, you can't go to your vacation ever again." So they drove back to their home and they said "We can't go to our vacation any more" Oh, so you're sad, that's why. We counted down to 1 and started at 4. 4 3 2 1 blastoff!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-3674061262799720328?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3674061262799720328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=3674061262799720328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/3674061262799720328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/3674061262799720328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-was-nothing-in-my-dream-except.html' title='A girl dream and a boy dream'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-9025826880301383042</id><published>2008-01-17T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:52:52.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And my bad dream</title><content type='html'>Mommy was here at my home, and also me, but you and Alex was not at my home.  You and Alex was in this store that you were going to.  And I said, but I want to go to, but they already go to the store, no, they go to the car.  So let me down and I will go in the car.  Then I was breathing, then no one was there, but there was MONSTERS and we had to go right back home.  Then we talked to Mommy, "there's monsters in the store that we just went to!"  Then we had to make something that coulded took away the monsters and hit them, kick them.  And we made it.  Then we bringed it to the store that we went to and we put the machine right onto the floor in the store and it kicked and hit and kicked an hit and kicked and hit and kicked and hit and kicked and hit, kicked and hit, kicked and hit, kicked and hit.  Then the monsters was crying because their knees and their legs was hurting.  Then Mommy came and said, "what to all the people?" They're buying right now, because we did it, and we said "yay, we did it, yay for us!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-9025826880301383042?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9025826880301383042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=9025826880301383042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/9025826880301383042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/9025826880301383042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-my-bad-dream.html' title='And my bad dream'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-8773731484406229446</id><published>2008-01-17T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:09:23.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies and bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was saying shoo fly shoo, shoo fly shoo, shoo fly shoo, shoo fly shoo, shoo fly shoo, shoo fly shoo, I don't want you to be here. Then you came over with alex. And you said "What are you doing?" and I said "nothing, nothing at all." Then, I do nothing, nothing at all. Then we went bowling. And I winned. And I got flowers my neck. It was a flower necklace. I winned, and you didn't even get a point. Then I was eating my shirt then I was eating and eating and eating and eating and eating some more, and eating eating eating. (what happened next?) Then that was my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-8773731484406229446?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8773731484406229446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=8773731484406229446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8773731484406229446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/8773731484406229446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/flies-and-bowling.html' title='Flies and bowling'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-2417605638080443776</id><published>2008-01-16T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:22:16.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One good dream and one bad dream</title><content type='html'>There was nothing in my dream.  There was just a piece of paper.And it  was not a piece of paper.  And a magician had it. (What did he do with  it?) Oh, he waved his magic wand.  He waved it, waved it, waved it.   Then he said presto!  Then all gone.  Then there was another piece of  paper, another magic piece of paper.  The magician made crayons appear  the magician made the bee.  (How did he make it, with his wand?) He made it with the crayons.  The kicker had  to kick the bees away into the air. (who's the kicker?)  He made the  kicker.  Then the bees had a pogo stick, a pogo stick, a pogo stick.   And they had to share the pogo stick, but there was only one pogo  stick.  THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was monsters in the house.  And I was scared about the monsters,  and I did this (hugs himself and shivers) and said "go away monsters!"  (What did  they look like?) One was good and two was bad.  A lot is bad.  And that  is all done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-2417605638080443776?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2417605638080443776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=2417605638080443776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2417605638080443776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/2417605638080443776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-good-dream-and-one-bad-dream.html' title='One good dream and one bad dream'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367379665203134727.post-1036656642793150780</id><published>2008-01-16T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:19:42.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>My daddy decided to give me a blog because I told him I'm an expert dream storyteller.  Of course he's the one typing, because I can't read yet.  I'm currently three years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are dreams as told to my parents.  Prompts for more information are in parentheses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367379665203134727-1036656642793150780?l=preschooldreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1036656642793150780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3367379665203134727&amp;postID=1036656642793150780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/1036656642793150780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3367379665203134727/posts/default/1036656642793150780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschooldreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03688125159953946719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
