At the end of the night, my daughter insisted on one last painting session.
As I clumsily tried to paint a rose, I started to slip in and out of the world of dream.
In one snippet, I dreamt she was traded to the New Jersey Nets. After all, I had spent much of this year following all the crazy transactions in the NBA.
I felt quite sad. She seemed quite a bit too young to leave the house.
Fortunately, there was a misshapen rose that needed to be painted welcoming me back to reality.