“Mommy and Dada, the other night, when I was asleep, my eyes went ploop! (with hand motions indicating quickly opening eyes) and I looked into my pillow and I saw gray telephone wires. And then I saw a big gray pipe with a gray whistle on the top. When the whistle blew, it was telling us that water was going to come shooting out of the pipe. All that was in my pillow! My PILLOW!”
“The mama butterflies will come and bring their babies to stick them into my ear to eat pollen so they can turn into a flower with wings so they can fly!”
Sullivan (sheet music in hand): Mama, can you read this? Carla: No, honey, it’s music. It’s not words. Sullivan: Oh, well, can you sing it? Carla: No, it’s piano music. Sullivan: Well, WE have pirnano! Carla: But I don’t know how to play the piano. Sullivan: I know how to play the pirnano: You just press the keys! That’s how you do it!
Sullivan: I’m a postman. Scott: Well, hello, Mr. Postman! Sullivan: Daddy, I’m just pretending. Scott: Well, hello, Mr. Pretend Postman. What are you doing? Sullivan: I’m delivering mail. Scott: Well, what are you delivering, Mr. Pretend Postman? Sullivan: I’m just pretending to deliver. Scott: Well, what are you pretending to deliver, Mr. Pretend Postman? Sullivan: I’m delivering a television. Scott: Oh! To whom are you pretending to deliver a pretend television, Mr. Pretend Postman? Sullivan: Dadda, I have to tell you something: It’s not a pretend television. It’s real television.
Sullivan: I forgot my sunglasses. We need to go home to get my sunglasses. Scott: Why do you need your sunglasses, Sullivan? Sullivan: Because the sun is a big, hot, round FIREBALL.