Early this morning, while it was still chilly and dark, my five year old boy crawled into our bed and snuggled up close.  I could tell something was on his mind and finally he said, "Mom, I've been thinking and I just can't figure it out."

"Figure what out?", I asked

"Well, if a man dreamed for thirty-nine years that he was only one year old, would he be thirty-nine, forty or would he be only one?"

"Uhhh....What time did you say it was?"