My alternate universe...
		A few nights ago I had a dream.  It was the BEST EVER!  Terri Summers was our mom, and Steven Seagal was our dad.  This made sense, since Terri is the greatest woman who ever lived and Steven Seagal is her male counterpart.  Anyway, Dawson and I didn't have to go to school EVER AGAIN since our parents could teach us everything there was to know about becoming wise, generous and able to kick the ass off even the toughest evil-doer.  We would play PS2 all day while mom and dad were at work, then when they came home dad would show us his movies.  Mom would make us neat dinners using grapefruit, and we would all be happy. Of course, this was just a dream.  Considering the way I feel about Terri Summers it just wouldn't work.  I'd be jealous of dad, have to undergo years of expensive therapy, and after all that probably end up on the 'Jerry Springer' show.  I don't think I could handle all those people yelling 'Je-rry! Je-rry! Je-rry!'
				If this was our family there'd be a lot of love.  Possibly too much love.