NIGHT PASSPORTI am sitting on the edge of BOB'S bed, tucking him in for the night. I kiss him on the forehead.
MENight night, sweetheart. Now, close your eyes.
BOBI don't want to close my eyes.
BOBBecause I'll go to another country.
MEOther countries are nice. You've been to other countries before.
BOBWhen I was a baby?
When you were younger.
BOBWhere? What countries?
MEWell... you went to England and Germany and Mexico. You were in the Netherlands and Austria...
BOBOh. Those are good countries.
MESo close your eyes and have sweet dreams.
BOBMaybe I can dream about ice skating except if the water isn't freezing yet it's just water and then you can't walk on it.
MEWhy don't you dream about birthdays and cake?
BOBOh. That's a good idea. I really like cake. Cake would be a great country.
(BOB closes his eyes.)