On Our Way Home

Brett and I were coming home from the store tonight and the conversation went something like this. . . .

"I want to skateboard."

"When you're older you can learn to skateboard."

"Like when I'm 10?"

"Yes"

"But when I'm 10 I'm going to have a phone."

"You are?"

"Yes. I'll get a phone and then I'll get a skateboard."

"Hmm. What will you do with a phone?"

"Call you. And Grandma and Grandpa. And (the list went on and on). . . You'll have to show me how to call people. Ok?"

"We'll see. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"I got to poop."