J: What should I dream about, Mommy?
Me: Tonight, you should dream about chocolate chips, rainbows and Giraffes who play the violin---
J: No, no, no, Mommy. I'm going to have a different dream.
J: I'm going to dream about chocolate chips, rainbows, and fast, fast planes that go like this-shhhh shhhhh-shhhh- zooom! (he almost pokes out an eye).
Me: That sounds like a good dre---
J: But, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!
Me: Yes, love?
J: What will you dream about?
Me: Oh, I'm going to abouuuuut.... Mint chocolate chip ice cream, beautiful green trees, and----
J: No, no, no, Mommy. You can't dream about that. You have to dream about, um, um, um...
J: You have to dream about shooter guys-
Me: Shooter guys? That's scar-
J: NO! Mommy! You have to dream about shooter guys, a house factory, and marshmallows.
Me: Okay. Is that all.
J: Yes. That's all.
Me: Well... That'll be an interesting dream.
J: But, Mommy...?
J: You know what would be so coooo-uuuhhhll?
J: If you were in my dream.
M: Yah. That would be cool. You can dream about me.
J: Mommy, you could have the same dream... what I'm dreaming mommy, if you want.
Me: You want me to dream about the same thing as you?
J: Yah. You can, Mommy. You can do it. If you want, Mommy. You can have my dream.
Me: That's very sweet. Thank you. I love fast, fast planes.
J: Not fast fast planes mommy. Poop. You can dream about poop. It's very funny.
Me: Oh. Yes it is.
J: Do that mommy, dream about poop.
I think I just got "incepted."