And no, it wasn't one of those kind of dreams. I took my 3 little girls (6, 3 and 2) to his concert when he asked all of the little kids to get up on stage and dance. I was lucky enough to be able to sit on the couple of steps on the side of the stage, watching and enjoying. The kids danced all around John, who seemed to be having a pretty good time. While the two older girls were dancing (in the middle of a pretty big group of kids...who takes their kids to a concert?) the little one had to go to the bathroom. We went backstage, which looked oddly like a public elementary school. For some reason I let her pee in the sink. Suddenly I heard the two guys from the Barenaked Ladies signing along with John (I have no idea what song it was) and I grabbed my kid, pulling up her pants on the way. I was crazy excited to see the combination only dreams could conjur. After the concert my kids went to eat in the concert hall cafeteria (huh?) and I saw a whole bunch of people from my high school (that I haven't talked to since 93) one of whom had actually shrunk since then and stood about 2 feet tall, she didn't even come to my hips. There were some very yummy ham and cheese croissants, in fact, all there was to eat were croissants. When I finally found my kids, they were falling asleep on the table they were sitting at, crayons and papers scattered all around them.
I really love to sleep.
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