"Oh yeah? And what are you going to sell?" Anna knew exactly what he was going to do. She'd seen it. She knew what his future held - or his past, technically. But she wasn't going to tell him that. It was sweet to hear him go on and on like this. Dreams were always beautiful, especially ones from children.
Anna soaped his hair and then rinsed it quickly. She was worried about getting soap in his eyes, didn't want to hurt the little guy.