Hot Hot Hot

Sometimes I think Number 3 might need his own separate website. Maybe
he's secretly campaigning for one.

Just now in line at the bank (thankfully the drive-through), he says,
"Last night I dreamed I could do anything. I could drive a car. I
drove my car to eat quesadillas. In line behind me there was a hot,
hot lady. And she liked me."

I, with a straight face, asked, "What do you mean 'hot'? Did she have
a fever?"

"No, she was beautiful," he explained.

Another day, another story,
Em