“I had a dream that I found eyeballs on the climber and brains under the woodchips at school. I loved the brains because they were so squishy. I told all my friends to look for the brains and Alice found them.”
Me: What do you think he’s thinking about?
Rooby: I thought he was thinking about being in the world. What do you think he’s thinking about?
Me: I thought maybe he was thinking about all the people walking by in the street.
Rooby: I thought he was thinking about himself walking by in the street.
Me: It that a drawing of you?
Rooby: No, it’s just a drawing of what I felt like on the first day of school.
Rooby: See? Happy and scared.
Rooby: Can’t we just take George to the toyshop and they will fix him?
Me: It seems like we should be able to, but our toyshops don’t really work like that.
Rooby: But someone made him, so they know how to fix him.
Me: Yes, but we don’t know who made him.
Rooby: I know who made him!
Me: Here you go–your very own Presto card.
Rooby: My very own Presto card! And it’s for when I’m all grown up?
Me: Well, you need to use it now, so I guess you’re grown up now.
Rooby: Wow! Does that mean I can have a child?
Rooby: Meow meow!
Me: Hi kitty.
Me: Time to get dressed.
Rooby, indignantly: Mama, kitties ALWAYS be naked.
Rooby: Emma [older friend from across the street] says that Santa isn’t real. On Christmas, do you stay up and give the presents?
Rooby: Because Emma says the parents stay up and give the presents.
Me: Huh. Well…I don’t know. What do you think?
Rooby: I think Santa is real. Because EVERYONE NEEDS SLEEP.