tires hummed on the road into town, everything green sparkling after an afternoon shower, when we passed a peculiar man walking through his yard in very little clothing...
"did you see that man?" i asked T.
"yes, he had on really short shorts and no shirt," she replied, not realising what was about to transpire.
"we saw a naked man at the gym (when we went) with grandaddy?" cole started it.
"was he in the shower?"
"no he was just walking around the locker room."
"did you point and laugh?"
"nooooo," drawn out with exasperation.
"did you know there are whole communities of people that don't wear clothes?"
"where do they go to the bathroom?" obvious concern spurs logan's questions.
"well they have bathrooms, just like us, they just don't wear clothes."
"do they have a Target? and do they go naked?"
"they wear clothes when they go out of their community."
"are their pets naked?"
"oh cool. a naked dog, probably one of those naked cats. i wonder if their mice are naked?"
"no. i don't think they have naked pets."
"and naked snakes."
"i bet they do, when i grow up i am moving to a naked community to find out where they go to the bathroom and if their pets are naked."
"yeah cool. and i will be the police man to make sure everyone is naked," everything is cool to cole.
"you boys are bad," T finally chimed in, trying to save us from slipping further into conversational quicksand.
"but you will have to be naked if you come and see us."
"i will not be visiting. you will have to come and see me," and now she was stuck as well.
"oh look, there is a firetruck..."
"i want to be a fireman when i grow up."
traffic flowed into the Target parking lot and i was content in the knowledge we had averted raising naked police officers that enforced nudity on hapless people that accidentally took a wrong turn into their community, at least for today.
"wonder if they have naked firemen."
ok, maybe not.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone...and yes, these are the conversations we find ourselves in at times with Cole and Logan. If you are looking for something a little more poetic, I did a guest post over at Jumping Tandem.