Zoe: Mommy, it would be bad if you took my foot.
Mommy: Um….yeah, that would be bad. Why do you say that?
Zoe: I had a bad dream last night. We were in a castle and you were in another room and I was sleeping and a witch came and cut off my feet and fed me to a dragon that ate me all up. Except my feet. And you looked for me and couldn’t find me because all that was on my bed was my feet. With an eye on them.
Mommy: Wow! That was a quite a dream!
Zoe: Yep. Can I have some more milk for my Cheerios?