Ok, holy shit. Woke up and my laptop was open and that last post was on it. For the record, I woke up like I usually do on my day off, a happy little four year old cannon ball flying into our bed. He's fine. No marks, and his face is dirty but that's normal for boys his age. No cuts on it, and he's as lively as ever.
I don't remember the dream I must have been having, but I'm not sure I want to. We are having french toast and going to the park. I feel the need to play with my son.