Our neighbor's five-year-old granddaughter is coming over today to bake Halloween cookies, and I must have been thinking about it before I fell asleep last night because I had this dream that for whatever reason, we couldn't babysit her. So, in my unconscious need to reference Phantom in every possible situation, I made Erik do it instead. I don't remember most of the dream, but I do remember that he spent the entire time sulking and complaining about some sort of sewage backup problem while our neighbor's granddaughter made a holy mess in the kitchen baking.
And I remember I came home and Erik was wearing one of my t-shirts and these old green silk shorts my mom used to sleep in in the '80s, and everything was covered in frosting and I was really irritated, so I asked him what the heck happened and why he was utterly incapable of controlling a five-year-old. And then he stood up, pointed