Outstanding faith in my parenting abilities, and I don't even have a child

"I had a dream you had a baby," my soon-to-be sister in law said when we were at the bar Friday.

"Oh? Weird," I said.

"I had a dream you had a baby, too," Dave's mom said from across the table, straining over Putnam County favorite "Paradise City" coming from the back of the smokey bar.

"What?"

"Yeah, you made him sleep in the closet in that guest room you guys had. I kept screaming 'Erin, let him out!' but you wouldn't and he kept holding onto the crib railing and crying."

"Um. I don't know what to say to that."