Today while getting slushies at Sonic’s Happy Hour, Ryan asks,
“Can we get a drink for Daddy and take it to his office?”
“No, we can’t because he’s in a meeting for another hour or so.”
“Oh. [long thoughtful pause] Where does Daddy meet with people when he has meetings?”
“It just depends..sometimes in his office, sometimes in other people’s offices.”
“Why do you ask Ryan?”
“It’s just that when you say he’s in a meeting, I’ve always imagined he was in a small dark room, with nothing but a table that fills the whole room, and a single lightbulb barely lighting up the faces of everyone in the meeting.”
It’s these conversations that make me wonder what else is happening in that imaginative 8 year old brain of his.