Last night, I dreamed that I was helping to take care of a baby. I thought I’d take the baby for a stroll through a lovely flower garden, and it would be lots of fun.

Unfortunately, the baby was wet, so instead I had to go get a diaper. Then I woke up.

I’m guessing that a responsible inner adult, somewhere in an unexciting corner of my subconscious, thought I could use a reminder that fun plans often come with not-so-pleasant details.