C: Yep. Snow.
C: Right there. [points at pillow]
M: There's snow inside?
M: How'd it get there?
C: It was wet.
M: Do you mean drool?
C: Yeah. Well, it was at one point.
M: But it's snow now?
M: That's pretty special drool you have.
C: I know.
M: What else can it do?
C: Well, it's good [mumble] frustrating stuff.
M: What frustrating stuff?
C: You know, the crabs and [mumble].
M: There's crabs in you drool?? It's an ocean now?
C: No. You're putting words in my mouth.
M: Ok then, you tell me.
M: For what?
C: [is asleep]