Popsicle Thief

At about 5:00 a.m., in the middle of a fairly sound sleep, I sensed someone watching me and when I opened my eyes I jumped because Luke was hovering at my beside looking at me. Before I could say anything, he announced in a very big-brotherish fashion, "George is crying and he wants you."

I'm not a morning person, but I hopped out of bed as I said, "Okay." I was surprisingly alert and calm.

I went to the room all three kids are sharing and found George lightly crying and Evie sitting up in her bed. She announced, "Momma. He wants a popsicle."

I furrowed my brow at the comment, but proceeded to ask George, "Oh honey, what's wrong?"

He sobbed as he sat up halfway and said, "Iiiii waaaant my popsicle!"

I smiled slightly, "Baby, did somebody take your popsicle?"

He continued to sob and sniffle. "Uh huh. Fergi!"

**Fergi is our dog.**

I touched his cheek, laid him back down and said, "Oh that bad Fergi! I think you're having a dream, but we'll get you another popsicle tomorrow, okay?"

He nodded and rolled onto his side back to sleep. I chuckled all the way back to bed.

Unfortunately, he was still cranky this morning, but I hope he's forgotten about the popsicle because we ran out a few days ago. If nothing else, his dreams are accurate because Fergi is a likely suspect and very good at stealing George's food when he isn't looking!