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.