From the sublime to the vulgar

Tonight, in the car, Wild Thing is tellling a longish and barely coherent story about a bear.

WT: I see a bear! In the sky! With Tigger! And Roo!

Overworked Spouse: Really?

WT: Yeah! Oh! It's falling! It's falling down! On me!

OS, to me: Well, you can't say he doesn't have an active imagination.

WT: I'm going to pick my nose.