Luke was sent off to kindergarten, against my will, exactly as he is now, all 14 months of him. And while I was discussing his ability to be there with the teacher at recess, he got lost. I was searching all over for him, high and low, but I had trouble walking. Which is actually a recurring nightmare. My legs don’t work and I have trouble standing. Anyway I’m frantically calling his name, as is the teacher only she thinks his name is “Charley”. I was all like “No wonder he won’t come to you, you dumb bitch, you don’t even remember his name.” I woke up at about a quarter til 4 in the morning having not found him in the dream and fighting the urge to go up and check on my perfect little red head.