J: I had a dream that a alligator walked into the kitchen.

Me: What did you do?

J: Nothing I just sitted there in the chair.

After a pause.

J: It talkted too.

Me: What did it say?

J: I want to eat your feet off.

Me: Did it do that?

J: No, it just stayed in the kitchen.

Me: What could you do about that alligator in your kitchen?

J: I could stab it until it was dead.