Jack the Giant Slayer slept so long last night, that I dreamt he used up his stores becoming so skinny we had to fatten him up all over again. C dreamt I got up in the middle of the night and ate hot dogs.
Asides
Took the wee one out for our Saturday morning grab-a-coffee-and-give-Mom-an-hour’s-sleep and dropped croissant flakes all over his hair. Tried to convince Carol that “croissant cap” is the West Village/global citizen version of cradle cap.