Parker comes into my room to sleep with me last night at like 1 AM. While trying to fall back to sleep, we have this conversation out of nowhere:

P: Daddy, I feel like pizza.

Me: Ok, it’s time to sleep, goodnight.

P: I’m a pepperoni pizza, do you want to eat me?

Me: (dawning on me that he’s pretending to BE pizza, not that he wants pizza to eat) – no, I don’t like pepperoni.

P: Me, too. I don’t like pepperoni. I’m a cheese pizza.

Me: ok, with mushrooms, maybe?

P: Yeah! with mushrooms and just cheese. that’s yummy?

he was sleeping five minutes later after a bit more unrelated conversation about his new fish.