What Dreams May Come
I woke from dreams of Irish playing basketball in some recently half-renovated “Rainbow Theater” in East St. Louis to Yali crushing my windpipe at about 5:30 in the morning. The price to pay for having an affectionate two year-old sleep in your bed when he wakes up crying at three o’clock in the morning.
I wasn’t the only one dreaming through the night. When Carrie-Bri hiked down to the basement to wake Francis for class, he had some thoughts for her, which she naturally texted to all of us:
Carrie-Bri: “Francis, are you awake?”
Francis: “Yeah. But, Carrie, there’s an almost identical rocket launcher over in that direction. You wanna try to see if you can get Creole up in that one?”
Before we left that morning, Puck was racking his brain to think of creative ways to earn four hundred dollars for his very own lightsaber. Four hundred dollars.
“Can’t you take it out of my college money, Mom?”
It was a rare day where Yali and I spent our morning, just the two of us, at home. Yali got dancing to Victor Manuelle while I tried to catch up, first of all by contacting our lawyer. We liked to joke that Yali was still not “legal”. I wondered a little after passing off a thick stack of paperwork to border control in New York if they would know what to do with it. They did seem a little confused… Anyway, his Certificate of Citizenship was now months overdue. Fortunately the lawyer could at least complete the adoption for us on the U.S. side of things. Our “little illegal”, as Carrie called him.
It was so quiet at noon when Yali fell asleep on my bed for a long winter’s nap. Gave me an ideal opportunity to check in on Cardinals’ news for our podcast that week. We had just landed an honest-to-goodness South Korean reliever; this made me happy. So in honor of Oh Seung-Hwan’s signing, I watched half an hour of my funny Korean shows on Hulu.
It was a pink-orange sunset that night back home while Puck tried to convince me that it was absolutely no question school-legal to bring drones to school.
“Who told you that?”
“Snicky did. And he would know. He’s been there longer than I have.”