my favorite things...

This is a funny dream worth mentioning, even if it did happen a couple years ago.

Summer time with my dad, we were at a baseball game. My dad walked up to the fence and watched intently while I stood back in the crowd. Suddenly, for no reason at all, I broke out singing, "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music, at the top of my lungs. No one seemed to mind, instead the people around me looked at each other with smiling eyes and joined me in song. It was glorious!

When the song was over I looked to my dad, still at the fence. There was something wrong with this picture. Confused, I stepped up, squinted and craned my neck forward toward him, "Dad! You're wearing my pants!"

Immediately, he turned to me, held his finger to his lips and said, "SHHHH!" With the other hand, he reached into the back pocket of those favorite jeans of mine, and pulled out a wad of money. He shoved it in my hand--that crumpled pile of cash--then turned back to the game without another word.

Before I could count all of the dough, I woke and laughed.