Me: I had the weirdest dream last night-
Husband: Oh yes? What was it?
Me: Well, we had a baby daughter.
Husband: Aw, that’s nice-
Me: Yeah, except we asked Salmiya to babysit one night, and she pierced our baby’s tongue.
Me: I mean, who pierces a six month old baby’s TONGUE?
It’s just as well I don’t dream much. I always wake up outraged about the imaginary grievances perpetrated on my subconscious self and/or offspring