Dream

I was brushing my teeth at 5 this morning when Sam, asleep in Lauren’s room, shouted “I want you to drive!” He much prefers Daddy to drive, for reasons unknown, and I guess it had been praying on his mind.

He was a little disappointed that I wasn’t there this morning, as it meant he couldn’t tell me about the splash his poop made when he went in the big toilet. I guess there’ll be other times.