I was dreaming about kids last night. Only, It wasn’t really kids, it was more like tiny kids. I was in some place like a pet store, with all the puppy cages lined up on one wall. I don’t really know what I was doing there, but I was there repeatedly throughout the dream. In the cages along the walls weren’t dogs, but small children. Like, really small kids. Not like babies, but halflings. A two-year old caught my eye while I was there, a beautiful dark-haired, pixie-faced thing… who was the size of a Pomeranian. I eventually kept going back so often though the dream that I finally talked John into having kids and adopting her.
Buh? I can’t figure out if my dream self wants a tiny dog or a baby with primordial dwarfism.