Whatcha thinking about

As often happens when I am pondering and staring off into the distance, Laura asks me what is on my mind. Usually I'm honest. Sometimes I say what I think I should be thinking about.

Let me demonstrate with a hypothetical set of conversations.

L: What are you thinking about.
J: Spaceships.

[2 days later]
L: Whatcha thinking about?
J: Spaceships.

[Later that afternoon]
L: What are you thinking?
J: How if I was all powerful I could bend people to my will and force them to do the right thing. Any that oppose me shall fall!
L: ???
J: Oh, and what we are going to have for dinner. I'm thinking chicken.

[3 days later]
L: What are you thinking about?
J: Uhh... about what books are developmentally appropriate for Alice to read and what age I can read her T. H. White's The Once and Future King.
L: Really??
J: No, not really. Spaceships.

What can I say? I'm a child trapped in a man's body. Now to go play with some spaceships...