This morning my 4-year old daughter Emma reported that she had a nightmare last night. We’ve talked a bit about nightmares, I’ve told her how I used to have really bad ones at her age. She asked me what dreams I had last night. I couldn’t remember any specifically.
The professor-voice took over and I started to explain that dreams are a way your brain sorts through its experiences and organizes them.
Emma interrupts the dry explanation with a useful metaphor: “…So your brain is like the kids at school putting away toys after playtime”.
Me: “Yeah! Exactly!”
Emma: “And it’s like your brain decides to turn on the TV set while it puts away the toys.”
Me: “So, your neurobiology classes at preschool are going well! That’s great!”