Here's something to avoid at all costs. Do not watch Noggin, PBSkids, or other children's programming with your kids, put them to bed, eat bad pizza, play Aces high, and fall asleep.
Why?
I found myself in the cockpit of my faithful F6F on routine patrol. 4 objects appeared off in the distance, but instead of being the normal black dots, they took the form of Goldfish crackers. As they neared, their ID tags all came in as Me-262's. Funny, I'd never seen a blue 262 in AH before, I thought. As the bogs closed in, I realized I was in a Dogfight with Jay-Jay the Jet plane, and his 3 cronies. (All wearing the nazi Swastika behind their smiling faces). Needless to say, Tracie (The purple 262) saddled me up and blasted me from the sky. As I floated to earth in my chute, I looked below to find myself hanging from a tree, my ankels being chewed on by Baby-Bop. I knew Barney could not be far off, so I cut my chute cords, and began running. (Of course, I fell. Why do we always fall in running dreams?)
I knew I could make it back to safety, if it was'nt for the Trolly Car that kept ramming me in the knees. Everytime I fell to the soft green artifical turf, a red Teletubby name Po would run me over with her scooter.
As I lay helpless in a patch of chuckling flowers, I knew the end was near. Tinky-winky stood above me. I awoke in a sweat, just as he pointed his luger at my head, and pulled the trigger.
Now, this might be a funny tale, if it did not happen to me last night!!
So I have 3 choices. Put the kid up for adoption, stop playing Aces High, or give up sleeping. Hmmmmm.....