Last night I had a terrible dream. I dreamt that we had to sell Henry and use the money to buy food and when I woke up, I was just bawling. (I was crying so hard that, in my sleep induced haze, I couldn't figure out why I couldn't get my eyes to dry.)

I related this nightmare to Joey this morning.

"We'd never sell Henry for food," Joey said, reassuringly.

He paused.

"We'd just eat him." He finished.

"HEY!" I wailed.

"Kidding!!" He said, dodging the hand I swiped at him.