I love the conversations I have with my four-year-old son, Caleb, sometimes. Here’s one that occurred today…

Caleb: Daddy, are we old?

Me: (chuckle) Well…I’m kinda old, and you’re really young

Caleb: Well I’m really young so I’m special.

Me: Yes, you are special, but older people are special, too.

Caleb: No, old people aren’t special. You’re old.

*We wreslte, then conversation resumes…

Caleb: Well, old people have fire…and their stomachs…and

Me: What?

Caleb: Well…well…when you get older, your battery dies, and so you’re not special anymore.

Me: Got it.

Not to self: Keep your battery charged.