Last night, as we were driving home from a birthday party, Henry and Wyatt were boiling over with little boy thoughts. These days Wyatt is solely focused on Halloween regardless of the fact that it is nearly four and half weeks away. Henry, being Henry, is solely focused on how it all works. As we drove, I commented how lovely it is to have State Street back to normal behind the Capitol. Henry offered up that he loves all the tall buildings downtown. In fact, he loves everything about his city—except the sky. When asked why he said:


Well, I like the constellations and the clouds.

Then what don’t you like about the sky?


All the broken wood pieces.


But there are no pieces of wood in the sky.
I know.

As we drove further towards home, Wyatt was on the lookout for stores with costumes advertised in their windows. And now a little background: we don’t typically shop at Wal-Mart. Although, being that it is so conveniently located less than a mile away from our house, I have been there at least 5 times; no more than 6 and most recently last week. Anyway, Wal-Mart is referred to as the Crap Store at our house.

So as Wyatt was pointing out stores with costumes, he was first asking if they were crap stores knowing that some options would have to be eliminated if they did turn out to be crap stores. He suggested that RiteAid and Family Dollar might be places we needed to check out. He then saw an adult novelty store and asked if they sold costumes.

Yes, but they are just for adults.


Then you and Dad should get costumes.


But we don't usually dress up.


But maybe you want to go there and see.


We'll think about it.

And then Henry asked if robots die if they get shot.