The Little Marshmallow

Troy: “We had a mystery reader come to our class today.”
Me: “Really? Cool! Who was it?”
Troy: “Oliver’s mom.”
Me: “What book did she read to you?”
Troy: “It was a book about a marshmallow who made some new friends.”
Me: “I see. Was it other marshmallows or something else?”
Troy: “He was already friends with the other marshmallows in his bag, and then he got out of his bag into the store and made other friends.”
Me: “Who did he make friends with?”
Troy: “A grape who became a raisin, a broken pretzel, and a roll of toilet paper that everyone thought was a giant marshmallow.”
Me: “Did they have eyes and arms and legs and stuff?”
Troy: “Yeah, except the toilet paper. He didn’t have any legs. He just rolled around. And he helped the little marshmallow get back into his bag for the night. And the little marshmallow told both his old friends and his new friends goodnight.”
Me: “He just jumped on top of the other marshmallows?! So, he was basically sleeping in a marshmallow bed. I wonder what that feels like.”
Troy: “I bet it’s soft and squishy.”
Me: “Yeah, and I bet it smells good too.”
Troy: “I’d want to eat it.”
Me: “Me too. At first, I’d just take a nibble. But then, after I had a taste of it, I’d want more…and more…until I ate the whole bed! Then, all of the marshmallows would be on the inside, and then I’d be their bed. I’d be a dada bed…a fat dada bed.”
Troy: “That’s weird.”