Happy Monday!

Reading Where Babies Come From [submitted by Kevin] reminded me that I dreamt about a baby last night.

I don't think the baby was mine, but I had to care for it for a short time, and I hadn't a clue what to do. It laughed at me. Not in the 'oh look, the baby is laughing, isn't that cute?' sort of way, but in the 'the baby is laughing at me because it knows what should be done, and I am fumbling it all about' sort of way. It was a pleasant sensation to hold the baby (I can still remember how it felt), which was unexpected. The nerve-racking, however, was not unexpected.