Dream dreams

“But maaaarm! Why do I have to go to sleep!” Protested the little boy as he sat on his bed.

“Darling,” said his mother said gently, “you need to sleep so you can dream. That way tomorrow you’ll have something to strife and aim for.”

“Maarm, that’s a stoopid idea,” grouched the little boy.

While still clearly unconvinced, the little boy curled up and tucked his head onto the pillow.

Pulling the sheets over his body, his mother kissed him on the head, “Dream big dear.”