Once upon a time in a place far above the clouds and somewhere else, there played a little boy and girl.
When they did not play, they waited until it was their turn to join the world of bodies, marshmallows, and Santa Clause.
One day a special wind tickled the ears of the little boy and girl, and they heard a song about a thing called Mother.
"That's lovely," said the girl.
"Yes," said the boy, listening to the rest of the song. "And we shall have the same mother."
They looked down upon the dazzling world below and saw their mother, her eyes closed, and a smile on her lips.
"Oh dear," pouted the girl. "I'm afraid she is dead."
"No, she only sleeps!" said the boy, who was older and wiser by a trifling 200 years.
"A sleeping mother is a dreadful thing!" said the girl.
So they swore on the moon and starshine that once they reunited they would do everything in their power to be sure the mother never slept again.
And then my son was born.