The other night I dreamt we adopted Alex Oveckin.
In the dream, your father and I took him for a haircut and afterwards he told us he was being traded. We cried and he gave us each one of his gold chains to cheer us up.
When I woke up, I announced to your father that we were adopting Alex Ovechkin.
“Uh…” he said; clearly doubting my brilliance.
“What?? He’s totally younger than us.” (by like 5 years)
“He’s ugly,” your father countered.
We’re totally adopting Alex Ovechkin. Someone contact his agent and alert his parents.