C wakes up and immediately begins yelling. "Stop it, J!! That's MY job!! You can't do that! STOP!!!! You're doing MY job!"
Since I haven't seen hide nor hair of J yet today, I go upstairs. Sure enough, J's fast asleep in his bed. I enter C's room and sit on her bed. "Honey, J's sleeping. He's not doing your job. You're having a dream!"
"No, I'M not having a dream. J's having a dream. He's dreaming that he's doing MY job!"
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