Five things

I was awakened at 2:30 this morning. I should be used to this after eight years, but it still manages to be jarring.

"Mommy! I dreamed I was being stung by a bee."
"Just a dream, Joe."
"And then I dreamed about the five things you need to do to look good!"
"Well..."
"I don't remember what they were."

Great. Now I'm awake, and I don't even get the five tips on how to look good. I can tell you what's probably not on the list: being awakened at 2:30 AM by a miniature Cosmo writer who's channeling Carl Jung.