Baby Burrito--the Nightmare

What do you get when you cross Moo Shoo Shrimp for dinner, a documentary on the Roman Coliseum, and baby swaddling techniques? Baby Burrito--the Nightmare.

When we (2 know-nothing parents) were in the hospital, the nurses demonstrated swaddling a baby by comparing it to a "baby burrito". Last night I was reminded of that, as I ate my Moo Shoo Shrimp, which is basically a kind of Chinese burrito. Then, during a midnight feeding, I saw an interesting documentary on the History Channel about the Roman Coliseum. So, the dream goes like this...

I'm in this sort of cafeteria that's shaped like the Roman Coliseum, with tables on the different levels. Suddenly, I see all these people I knew from my elementary/middle/high school. I saw Judy F., Lisa G., Kathy R., Bridget J., Mark S., and some others. I was very excited, since I had hoped last year to hear of a 20 year reunion. (Don't ask me where this part tied in!)

Always doing nice things, Linda, from my present-day church, suddenly brought me a food tray, explaining that there wasn't a whole lot of food left. That reminded me of Matthew, and I asked myself, "where's Matthew?"

I ran down to the kitchen, where the cafeteria ladies were supposed to be watching him, only to discover that they had placed him in a pan of large burritos. He wasn't in the actual serving pan with the burritos OR in the hot water underneath, but rather, on the side somehow. He was actually not harmed, but you can imagine that I flipped out. "ARE YOU CRAZY?" I asked them. They looked at me like they were thinking "new mothers...", since evidently this was an acceptable method for keeping babies warm.

Well, what do I know??!