My hardworking wife says that she was driving my darling daughter somewhere, and the girl said, from her car seat "I had a scary dream last night."
"Aw, why was it scary?"
"We were all driving to a place in the car, and before we got there, Dad got out of the car."
"Aw, how did you feel about that?"
"It was sad. I wished he could have come with us."
After I heard about her dream, I spent a long time crying and roaring into pillows.
I wish that rage could cure this disease.