Finn (walking home from the corner mailbox with me): “What do banks do?”
Me: (sigh. good question.) "Um, what do you mean?"
Me: (sigh. good question.) "Um, what do you mean?"
Finn: “You know
banks? What do they do?”
Me: “Um. I don’t know,
exactly. But basically they’re supposed to keep people’s money safe. Sometimes
they find fancy things to do with it.”
Finn: “Like make a
sculpture out of it?”
Finn (sitting down
on the toilet): “Hi, Dad!”
Me: (on the other
side of the curtain, showering): “What’s up, kid?”
Finn: “You know
what a birthday shower is?”
Me: “A birthday
shower?”
Finn: “Yeah, do
you know?”
Me: “Nope. What’s
a birthday shower?”
Finn: “It’s when
you take a shower on your birthday and you get to fill the bathtub too, and you
also get a nice bath.”
Me: “That sounds great. Is that what you did on your birthday?”
Me: “That sounds great. Is that what you did on your birthday?”
Finn: “No. But
maybe on my next birthday.”
Me: “That’s a good
idea. Will that be fun?
Finn: “Yeah.”
Me: “Was that your
idea?”
Finn: “Yeah.”
Finn (after a nap,
walking to church with me, and having noticed and named the clouds: a hippo, an
open mouth, a gun--of course): “Dad, how big is the world?”
Me: “the… um…
bigger than the moon but smaller than the sun?”
Finn: “We can’t
see the world while we’re on the world.”
Me: “Right, but we
can see parts of it.”
Finn: “Yeah, like
trees and clouds. And bugs.”
Me: “I can see
you.”
Finn: “And I can
see you.”
Me: “When your grandma and grandpa were your age, nobody had seen the earth from space, but now hundreds of
people have been up there, and we have some pictures.”
Finn: “Oh.”
