We go out to dinner, come back to the condo, play with Legos for a little while, and then kick back to watch some TV show about the ancient Mayans. Naturally, it's not a compelling topic for a five year old, so he's out like a light. My brother decides to mess with him and see how he reacts. Cold can of soda against the belly... kid groans... and then there goes the hand.
I've had some of those dreams, I think. Can't remember if they go all the way back to when I was five.