- *thunder rumbles in distance*
- Malorie: Oh, a big-arse thunder storm is on the way!
Tonight, Malorie was very reluctant to get in bed. We had put up the Christmas tree today, so I thought maybe the excitement of that was keeping her up, but I soon worked out that she didn’t want to get in bed because she wanted a Thor blanket. When I told her we didn’t have a Thor blanket and maybe I could buy her one for Christmas, she held up a blue sheet and said “Maybe we can just paint a picture of Thor on this blanket! Then we can have a Thor blanket!”
I suggested if she slept with her regular sheets tonight, we could paint some pictures of Thor on paper tomorrow, and she said, “Yeah! And then we can send it in a letter to Thor! Oh mummy, tonight I’m going to have a dream about a Christmas tree, and going on a treasure hunt for crocodiles and lizards and kangaroos. And I will have a dream that Thor will be with me, and Picasso will be in my dreams too and Picasso will give me magic powers so I can PSHHHHHSST you!”
So I guess tomorrow we’re writing a letter to Chris Hemsworth?