Turner woke up this morning and announced to Randy that he had a funny dream last night. He crawled into bed with me and poked his face in mine. "You were in it. You wanted oatmeal." A tiny chortle. "I was in my dream. I stepped on a train track. Like this." He stood up in bed and demonstrated stomping on a train track.

I must admit that at 6:50am, I failed to see the 2-year-old humor in it.