A dream

A co-worker of mine stopped me half-way down the petunia aisle this morning to tell me her dream. She said, "Amy, you were in Ghana. You were cooking, stirring a huge pot of food. You kept throwing in more ground beef and shrimp (No!), jumbalaya-style. I thought that you were nuts, because you kept putting more into the pot, but you said, 'We have to feed a lot of people.' Then, an adorable boy, around two years old, came and stood next to you. He said, 'You should be my mother. I am REALLY smart and good and you'd be REALLY proud of me.' You responded, 'I think that we can work something out.'

That was her dream.

Reality?