After reading a book last night about chameleons, Henry transformed into Dr. Atkinson: the world's foremost expert in chameleons. Our house became a bed and breakfast he was staying in while visiting from his research station in Madagascar.
Me: Would you like a nightcap before retiring, Dr. Atkinson?
Henry: Yes, I would. What's a nightcap?
Me: It's a little drink before bed to help you sleep.
Henry: Does this bed and breakfast have cold water?
Me: Yes. Would you like it in a dinosaur cup?
Henry: That would be excellent.
We walk to the kitchen.
Me: This room serves as both our kitchen and dining room, Dr. Atkinson. This is where we'll be serving breakfast tomorrow morning.
Henry: It's very nice.
He puts down his glass.
Henry: I think I would like to go to bed now.
Me: This way to the stairs, Dr. Atkinson.
Henry: Can you carry me up?
Me: Of course. It's a service we offer all our guests.
I pick him up. Erin meets us on our way to the stairs.
Erin: Will you continue telling me about your chameleon research at tomorrow morning's breakfast, Dr. Atkinson?
Henry: It would be a pleasure.
I carry him up the stairs. We walk down the hall to his bedroom.
Me: I should tell you, Dr. Atkinson, we're a bit over booked tonight. You'll actually be sharing your room with a young lady.
Henry: Really? What's her name?
Me: Jane. A lovely woman. She's actually sleeping right now, so we'll have to be quiet.
I walk him into the room, place him on his bed, and tuck him in.
Henry: Mmm hmm.
Me: Would you like me to lie beside you for a while, Dr. Atkinson?
Henry: That would be nice.
Henry hugs his stuffed dog. Eyes closed, his mouth pulled to a sleepy grin.
Henry: (sigh) This is a very nice bed and breakfast.