On our last night together in Paris, I decided to take Hank for a late-night picnic at the Eiffel Tower. At night, the tower has an hourly light show. 

It sparkles like it’s filled with fireflies.

Hank: This is like a dream.

Me: It is

H: What if your whole life was just a dream?

M: Some people think it is, actually. 

Hank: Really?

Me: Yep. I think it’s better not
to worry about it, because whether it is or isn’t, it’s your life. It can make
you a little crazy.

H: Yeah. Like it would be too much. You’d just overload or something.