He's Got it Bad...

While Jack was sick last week, he ended up climbing into our bed one night. He continued to toss and turn, keeping me awake and restless.

I couldn't help but giggle, though, when I heard his mumblings in his sleep. "Polaris...SkiDoo...Polaris...Arctic Cat..." And, then, to finish it off, he murmurs, "Bubba Watson..."

Our boy has a bad case of snowmobile and golf on the brain. Where on Earth did he get that from?!?!