a typical conversation

While driving…

Boy: I had a dream last night.

Me: You actually remember it??

Boy: Oddly, yes. There was this cardboard box, and when I opened it, it was full of penguins. So I climbed into the box to play with the penguins.

Me: So…just sittin’ in a box playin’ with pingwings? Cool.

Boy: You know, in The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul, one of the characters was dreaming, and there are all these trunks. When she opened them, about a tenth of them full of all of her thoughts, memories and such, both good and bad, and the rest of them were filled with penguins.

Me: So, what…basically he’s saying that the 90% of our brains that we don’t use…is just full of pingwings?

Boy: yup.

Later…

Boy: blah blah blah *physics* blah blah *numbers* blah blah *math and probabilities* blah blah, now do you see?

Me: *pained expression*

Boy: One of your penguins just died, didn’t it?