A couple of weeks ago, Adam had his first paternal dream (that he remembers). So, he dreamt that we were visiting family and he was lying on the couch with our baby lying on his chest. So, he fell asleep and when he woke up, the baby was gone. He began frantically looking around and asked, "Where is the baby?" Someone said, "Oh, well when you fell asleep, you rolled over and the baby fell onto the floor."
Adam was so upset but everyone assured him that the baby was fine and that this happens all the time.
So, he walks over to the crib and the baby is lying there with black eyes and a broken-looking nose. Adam felt awful.
Then his dream fast-forwarded a few years and he is facing my cousin Adrian's daughter, Audrey. ( I think we'd read your blog right before bed!) Except in the dream Audrey was our child. The same child that fell off Adam's chest, except now her face looks fine. Adorable, in fact! So, Adam bends down and says:
"Hey. I'm sorry about letting you roll off and hit the floor when you were a baby."
And Audrey says, "That's okay, Dad!" And scampers off to play.