My wife, twelve-year-old son and I were dining at a local Italian joint over the weekend. He awoke from a rare long afternoon nap before we left for dinner.
Here’s the instant replay of our engaging conversation:
Son: “Mom, I dreamed you died in a firey crash.”
Wife: “Oh, yeah? What was I doing?”
Son: “You were texting and driving.”
<smiles and looks at me>
Son: “Also, you were cheating on Dad..”
Son: “…And you were a pole dancer.”
We love him and I hope he lives. 😄
From one sojourner to another, all the best.