This needed documenting, because it was just too funny.
Last night, I dreamed that the baby was born. Will Browning was the doctor (awkward). And “Iva” was not Iva — she was a boy. And he looked nothing like me or Kyle. There were two people were at the hospital with us — Andrew Brown and my friend Danielle. And only after we sat for a couple of hours looking at the baby (trying to figure out where his face came from!?) did it occur to us that we’d forgotten to call our parents. But it was late, so we both decided to sleep and just give them a call the next morning.