This morning Carter woke up in a very grumpy mood. 

It is not unusual for Carter to be a morning grump as he is not a morning person, but today his grumpy was mixed with a swirl of anxiety and a streak of fear.

I overheard Husband ask Carter if he was alright and heard the response that a bad dream had been dreamt.  He did not want to talk about it.

The morning went on as they do.  There was breakfast to eat and backpacks to pack.  I headed off to work and Husband drove Carter to school.  It was on the drive there that Carter opened up about his dream.

Apparently in Carter’s dream, Husband had sold Cody and Carter to a kangaroo. 

Yes, a kangaroo. 

Perhaps because the kangaroo was not particularly into personal hygiene or maybe it was simply that he forgot to pay his water bill, (the reason will forever be a mystery), Cody and Carter had snuck back into our house to take a bath.  It was during this bath that Husband discovered their return, and in his surprise, let out a scream. 

It was at this exact moment in his dream that he was woken up to start his day.  Poor kid.

But I do have to wonder – what was the right price that convinced Husband to sell both our children to a kangaroo?