Picking up where a previous post left off, the hubby told me about the conversation he and Parker had in the car yesterday morning, on the way to Parker’s pre-school.
I’m not sure why it is that Parker and his Papa talk politics on their drives to and from home. But Parker made a rather touching leap from the political to the personal in the course of this brief chat.
According to the hubby, it went something like this:
PARKER: Papa, did president Butch (see the previous post) get fired yet?
PAPA: No, Parker. He gets fired in January.
PARKER: Papa, are his kids mean?
PAPA: Well, I don’t know, Parker. I don’t know his kids.
PARKER: Why are some kids mean?
PAPA: Well, there can be lots of reasons. Some kids are mean because their parents are mean to them.
PARKER: Well, I’m nice because you’re nice to me.
If I know my husband, he probably got a little teary-eyed right about then. I know I did when he replayed the conversation for me.
Kids really do say the dardnest things sometimes.