You know, I'm drawing a little comic right now. It's from a dream I had earlier this week that I can't get out of my head. In it, Jon and I were older, married, and had 6 kids.
I don't want that many! But the dream was very funny, and cute. So far I've got this much of the dream drawn: I was in the kitchen, and I heard splashing and laughing. I called my son by his nickname, Vivi. He just kept laughing, and I went to the bathroom and found him in the tub, which was overflowing with water spilling all over the floor, and he was wearing floaties saying "Look at me, mommy! I'm gonna learn how to swim!"
It was such a cute dream, and that's only a piece of it. What do you think? Sounds like something a son of mine would do...