This morning Grace walked in to my room bleary eyed and said "Mommy, I dreamed about tomatoes all night long."  Kind of unusual for a 6 year old. 

More unusual?   "Mom, in one of my dreams, this man had a dog that was really a tomato, and he really loved tomatoes, and he ate his dog and didn't realize it because he thought it was a tomato." 

What do I do with that? 

When life gives you tomato dogs, make salsa?