I have started saving for the therapy sessions that will inevitably be brought on by the elevator scene at my work on Mother's Day.

At breakfast this morning Mason said he had a dream. Kenzie asked if it was a good dream or a bad dream. Mason replied, "bad dream." Quickly and innocently, Kenzie prompted him, "oh, was it because of that day that we got locked by Mommy's elevator?" Of course, he eagerly said, "yes." But, in all fairness (to me), the nightmare was about somebody pouring cereal and milk over his head.