Saturday night, the Belly got sick. Very sick. He spent hours throwing up, and trying to sleep.
At around midnight, he woke up, puked, then told me he'd almost been hit in the eye with a baseball.
After clean up, he explained a little more. He was dreaming that he was at bat, and the ball was coming right for his eye. Then he lowered his head, and it bounced off his hat instead.
"Oh, so you were a baseball player? That sounds exciting!"
He smiled, as he was drifting off already, and he said, "Yeah, I was a CUBS player."