I have been trying to get some fiction into the mix - not in the background but front and center. One way is to get lost in the boy's dreams. This morning Asher was telling me about a "bad dream". He said we went on a hike and got to the top of a mountain. (love that part!). He then describes the most beautiful sky - pinks and yellows and puffy clouds. But then, when he picked up a camera and tried to take a picture - everything beautiful disappeared. When I asked him if that means we should not take pictures - but rather look at it and try to remember it - he said, "No. Daddy, how many pictures have you taken??"