Foot Dreams

Me: “Good morning, bud. How’d you sleep?”
Troy: “Good.”
Me: “Did you have any dreams?”
Troy: “None that I can remember.”
Me: “I had a dream that I stuck my foot in someone’s mouth.”
Troy [laughing]: “Why did you do that?”
Me: “I can’t remember. Maybe I wanted them to taste it. Maybe I was kicking them in the face and it got stuck. Maybe they were talking too much, and I wanted them to be quiet.”
Troy [laughing harder]: “Definitely the last one!”
Me: “That’s what I was thinking too.”