We had another great conversation at breakfast this morning, with Carson wondering about why we will have moved three times in our life when we move again. (I don't even know why this is coming up because we have no plans to move anytime soon.)
Carson wanted to know if our cable guy will let us have a dog or a cat in our next house. I told him that the cable guy doesn't care if we do or don't. it will be up to us if we own our own house. we then talked about owning vs renting. Carson wanted to know who it was that fixed our TV last, I think that he thought that our landlord had come to fix it or something. he said that whoever fixed the TV doesn't want us to have any pets. That led to the question that comes up often enough for me to wonder why- "Mommy, what color is he?" "white" I told him. "but why does it matter to you what color his skin is? it doesn't make any difference about who he is at all."
"that's right." Carson said thoughtfully, "we all have white bones."
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