A Conversation

I was out in the back yard Sunday night, grilling some hot dogs. The kids were playing well together and all was right in the world. Or so it seemed.

Then they came over to chat with me:

Cam: Hi Daddy. I have a factory.
Me: Oh? That's nice. What do you do at your factory?
Cam: I make beer!
Me: Oh? (Trying not to laugh or smile too big...)
Cam: Yes, black beer with blue lids.

(Claire comes over about now.)

Claire: Daddy, I have a factory too!
Me: That's great, Claire. What do you make at your factory?
Claire: I make beer too!

They brought me imaginary samples. It was good!

Later, Katy convinced them they should branch out into shoe manufacturing. Neveretheless, I'm starting to wonder how that first parent-teacher conference is going to go this fall.