A bad dream

The other morning, Blake got up and was acting really quiet, not like himself.  I asked him what was wrong?

He said, "I had a bad dream, mom."

"What was it about Blake?" I asked.

He puts his hand up, palm towards me and says, "I don't even want to talk about it."

So, we get downstairs and are getting ready and he's still not being himself.  So, I asked him again what was wrong.

"I had a bad dream mom.  I just don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, you don't have to tell me," I say to him.

"Ok, mom.  I'll tell you," he says, as serious as can be.  "We were having ice cream, me, you, Brianna, Kelsie, Cora and Daddy.  And YOU wouldn't give me any black sprinkles on my ice cream."  The pain is still so fresh to him that it almost brings him to tears to tell me this story.  Then he continues, "Momma, that wasn't even the bad part......Then Daddy gave me PINK ice cream!"  I really thought he was going to bust into tears at this point.  How devastating!! LOL!!  It was so hard not to bust out loud laughing at my little guy.  He is so anti-pink or anything girly.  He refuses to drink out of a pink cup or use anything that is girly colored or frilly. :-)