sleepy head

I stroke his hair and try to wake him gently.

'Chyba tak,' he mumbles.

'Tak?' I probe.

'Można go remontować.' I wonder what on earth he is dreaming about. We can do it up? What can we do up?

'Co można remontować?' I ask, hoping for an intelligible answer.

'Samochód!' he says in a way that implies he's already said this to me a thousand times.

Oh, the car. Powerful dreams buddy.