This weekend, while cleaning out the car, Peanut said to me, “Dad, hand me that cane.”
“What cane?” I asked.
“That cane. On the floor.”
“Oh, the candy cane?” (Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve cleaned out my car.)
“Yeah. Hey, Dad, that sounds like McCain. Candy cane, McCain. You know, McCain, the Democrat?”
The whole thing sounds better in 4-year-old. Yeah, he was wrong. But he’s 4. And he knows there’s a McCain, and he knows there are Democrats.
Chester, age 8: “Who’s the Dalai Lama?”
Me: “He’s a big leader in the Buddhist religion. And kind of the President of Tibet.”
Grandpa: “You know, kind of like the Pope is the head of the Catholic Church? He’s kind of a leader like that.”
Wise One: “Do you know what Buddhist means, baby?”
Chester: “I think so.”
Wise One: “It’s the religion where they follow the teachings of Buddha.”
Chester: “Oh, I know who Buddha is. Isn’t he that famous sumo wrestler?”