Milo woke up this morning on a mission. He needed a pencil and paper because he was going to draw a ballerina. I didn't follow his train of thought exactly, but then he excitedly told me, "Mommy, I dreamed about it!"
"Oh, Milo, you dreamed about a ballerina? How beautiful!"
"No, Mommy. I dreamed that I knew how to draw a ballerina, and now I know how!"
He was frustrated through several attempts, but he kept trying and I think he finally nailed it. Don't you?