I dreamed I had a son, a beautiful blonde boy, kissing me all over my face. J said, “Tell your father, Pete, that I owe him $10.” I scolded J for making such a statement to our son.

When I woke up I told J about this dream, and he laughed, saying it was a statement he was likely to say. Later on, he kept using that phrase on our baby, “Your father, Pete…,” knowing it would get a rise out of me.

Pete is this guy we knew, who had a problem. He would get blindly drunk and piss on people. One time he was working on a boat, fishing for clams. Of course, he got drunk with the men one night and pissed on the captain. The next day he found himself stranded on an island with no way of getting back home.