[Dad lifts child from slumber and places in front of toilet.]
Joe: Put me down.
Dad: I like pretending I am a crane and you are a crate of what, toast?
Joe: Why toast?
Dad: I love toast. Can you imagine being a crate of toast?
Joe: You would live a happy life. Everyone would like you.
Dad: Everyone likes toast. Sleep well, darling.
[Dad pulls covers up.]