Last night, I dreamt we had a baby girl and named her Carmen.  And then we had another baby boy, whom we apparently did not name.  Sorry kid.  We kept leaving one kid behind, but it was ok because there was an entire row of babies in their bucket carseats under mailboxes and people would leave their kids there because it was safe - Europeans do it all the time, you know.  The Spouse installed Carmen's carseat sideways (my waking time frustrations with him clearly playing out in my dreams).

The worst part: we had a minivan.  WTF?  We are NOT minivan owners, we don't even fit in a minivan.  No, we are wagon-eers.