Our Late Evening

This happened yesterday:

It's way too late at night (I've been watching Fringe again), and I walk into Buddy's room to kiss him goodnight. I say "I love you, my baby!"
He says "I can't figure out what to do with the dish-pool!" (very upset)
I say "what dish-pool, honey?"
He says "the one the pirates are in. I might drive a ship against them, but it's like an adventure and I didn't decide yet."
I say "what's a dish-pool anyway?" (really interested in how kid's dreams go)
He says "a pool that's almost small enough for a baby to swim in!"
He then rolls over, puts the blanket over his head, and falls back into a dead sleep. I can't get anything else out of him.

I wish I still had dreams of pirate ships and such!