The impending birth of our first grandchild sparks many a dream of children lately. Finally, as awakening dawned this morning from yet another, enlightenment also dawned!
I dreamed of urchin children, malnourished and just as ill mannered. Taking them in, I deemed loving, consistent example would eventually cure the misbehaviour, however, their malnourishment more pertinent to address. A mute petite blonde with a chocolate covered face, nodded yes and no enough for me to surmise that her favorite color was pink. I was just pondering the way to turn mashed potatoes pink when I awoke. In that wee blink between fading dream and cognizance, I recalled that children in dreams represent JOY.
"Aha," I thought, "feed the joy!"