What wouldn't I give to know what Kamal dreams about? He just now woke up halfway and sat straight up in bed. Eyes still shut, he pointed an imperious, chubby finger around the room, babbling incoherent but definitely entitled-sounding orders at an invisible legion of followers.
Last night, he sat up and hollered something into the dark while Adam and I were still up chatting at the dining table. We both held our breath, waiting to see if he'd go back to sleep. When he did, Adam whispered, "Did he say something about mimosas?" and I whispered back "I'm pretty sure he said, 'Mama se mama sa mama ku sa." Given that Kamal's been exposed about equally to brunch and to MJ as essential cultural constructs, either guess is plausible.