The other day I was sitting with Will at the kitchen table and he says, “Do you know one reason why someone might rob a bakery?” I’m never sure if he’s looking for me to answer or if he wants to tell me something, so I hesitated and said, “Why?” And he proceeded to tell me that people might rob a bakery to get the money, or so they didn’t have to pay for their food, or maybe just to take food from the bakery. (So you know, actual reasons. I thought maybe this was the beginning of a joke. YOU NEVER KNOW.) After he finished, he was quiet for a minute and I figured the conversation was over, and then he pipes up again with, “But the real targets are the banks.”

I burst out laughing because, WHERE DOES HE GET THIS STUFF? That’s pretty much life with Will.