BratzBasher told me she had a dream about James Bond helping Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of England, escape from the Royal Palace because there was a monster in the Royal Toilet. (I don’t know that all of those caps are necessary, but they’re fun.) At one point, their van developed mechanical trouble, and they had to stop so Bond could fix it. He made the unfortunate error of stopping at a toilet supply shop. The monster could come at HRM through any toilet, so it wasn’t long before Bond found himself firing his weapon at a mint green blob. Alas, bullets were no effect, so he stomped on it. Half of it melted into the concrete floor, and the other half oozed away, whimpering. Then BB woke up.
Can you tell she’s my daughter?