Me: This is the last time I’m coming up. It’s time to go to bed.
Rooby: You forgot to ask what I was going to dream about.
Me: So I did. What are you going to dream about?
Rooby: Your eyes.
Me: Aw, that’s nice.
Rooby: They are going to come out of your head.
Me: Oh. And then where are they going to go?
Rooby: With me. To the store.
Me: And what will you do there?
Rooby: I’m going to ride in the trolley.
Me: And my eyes?
Rooby: I’m going to hold their leashes.