When Your Dreams Don't Make Sense to the Conscious Person Beside You

Rocco: Mr. Bean...he's soooo cute.
Me: What?? Mr. Bean?...Like the character?...
Rocco: The royal couple adopted him.
Me: Ooh...is Mr. Bean...a dog?
Rocco, smiling now: Soooooooooooo cute.


Rocco: Did you look?
Me: At what?
Rocco: What everyone else was looking at?
Me: What are you talking about?
Rocco: The purple box.
Me: What's in it?
Rocco: Stuff you want.
Me: Anything you want?
Rocco, exasperated: You know! Stuff you want!
Me: Like what?
Rocco: For people to stop.
Me: Stop what?
Rocco: What you just said.

Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds Smoking Weed

"Oh! I have one for me and the dog...and you have one for you and the dog...it's one each!"

-- Rocco and myself, after five minutes of half-baked calculating what was essentially four divided by four.