Dreamy McDreamerson

I am attempting to gently wake Rocco up from his nap.

Me: What did you dream about?

Rocco: Soccer. It was my birthday.

Me: How old were you?

Rocco: Standing up.

Me: That's not an answer for how old you are.

Rocco: Standing up thirty.

Dreamy Man

The following is why I have trouble leaving for work in the morning. Some adorable sleepy banter from my bed-mate.

Rocco: Molds.

Me: Molds?

Rocco: Of trees. You know - tree molds.

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Rocco: There's a suitcase floating in the hot tub with a sock in it. There's no foot in it, so it's okay.

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Rocco: You see the bunny? There are three of them!