I was dreaming I was in one of those cop shows I like, such as CSI or Law and Order. It was the part at the end where the present all the evidence, corner the perpetrator, and as a result, the guy gives up the whole story and admits to his crime.
In my dream, the suspect was a cop and he was saying "OK, it was me, I admit it. I was the one dealing on the street. I get boxes of little, white resin Christmas ornaments in bulk from some dude in Chinatown. I take them home and paint them all festive-like, tie ribbons to them, and turn then over for a street price of a dollar fitty each..."
Ha ha ha... And of course this was a bad thing... (He had no street vendor's permit right?)
(He had no street vendor's permit right?)
Exactly!
Hey, Amalia made bank at her school's craft fair, selling homemade ornaments with her school's colors. However, since she seems to have lost her library book, the proceeds will have to go to that and not the trip to Mr. Mopps' Toys she was so looking forward to (although I am proud of the fact that she wanted to put some of her own money in the collection basket at mass last Sunday).
If I were Dad, I'd be saying something along the lines of "Don't ever tell anyone this dream". At least it wasn't one of Ian's stories.