The point is I was hurting a little and we were running late. Luckily the imagination of Drew saved our morning drive and reminded why 5 year old conversations are awesome (and ultimately much more fulfilling than adult conversations):
Halfway to school Maroon 5's "Misery" came on the radio.
Drew: You know, I could see Louie dancing to this.
(In case you forgot, this is Louie)
Drew: Yes, I see him dancing around on one toe, twirling around, surrounded by bowls of vanilla ice cream with doggy bones stuck in them.
(I s#$t you not people, that's what he said.)
Me: Wow. (Pause) That's quite a picture in my head.
(This is the pic in my head)
surrounded by "Doggie Sundaes"
Drew: Yep! (Said all smugly) and then I will be like (Breaking into a smug dance the equivalent of the 'Head nod' dance- and Drew can dance, so this looked pretty cool.)
Me: I would love to see that!
Drew: Yeah, I'm a pretty good dancer. So can we bring a CD player outside with this song when we get home?
Me: Yes, we can.
Thanks for the funny this morning, Drew.
** On a side note, this makes me wish I had written down the conversation that I had with Mr. B about monkeys when he was sleep-talking. Mr. B sleep-talks a LOT. That post would be titled: Mr. B is a monkey trainer when he falls asleep