We were all loaded into the truck and driving to Vancouver early this morning. The following conversation actually happened.
Rory: “Mum, I had a dream that Auntie Lizzie is getting married.”
Me: “Well, as a matter of fact, she is”.
Will: “Rory, ca c’est, comment dit-on, a dream come true”.
(Translation: “that is, how do you say, a dream come true”.)
My boys are closet romantics.
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