Bedrock

Being overtired somehow brings out the worst in me. Scott tucked me in the other night and asked if he should turn the volume down. Little did he know he would start this avalanche:
Me: I think it's ok. I'm very tired, and I'll probably sleep like a rock.
Scott: You mean log, right?
Me: I just said rock, didn't I?
Scott: Yep. My little basalt. That's you.
Me: Just don't take me for granite.
Scott: Good night, dear.
Me: Perhaps I need to be a little boulder in vying for your attention.
Scott: I'm leaving now.
Me: (Sniff!) I try to be a good lava for you...
Scott: GO TO SLEEP!