Happy doesn't begin to cover it, and sometimes it still hasn't entirely sunk in. It's nice to see him dig into my freezer for a popsicle but do let it be known I'll still nag him to floss, no questions asked.
We've briefed him about the dreams. He knows who he is to me there, and has taken it in stride. Unsurprising, from him. He's still a lover of the odd and fantastical.