One of the most famous stories in our household is of a day long ago.
The kids and I were in the car doing our Meals on Wheels route. Landen at age 10 had been participating in such benevolence for half a decade. As we drove to the next house on our route, he evidently began to contemplate the nature of such a well organized system for transporting food to home bound friends.
Suddenly, connecting familiar terminology with new found clarity and meaning, he blurted, "Meals ON Wheels!" We passengers were startled by his outburst. So he explained, "We're taking everybody MEALS in our car - which is ON WHEELS!"
Wow.
Oblivion must be a really peaceful place to reside for years at a time.
As a result, Luke has often quoted that story to mock those who have a difficult time making seemingly obvious correlations with words.
But I believe after today, he will not.
This afternoon, Luke and I were relaxing and watching the French Open on television. We enjoyed the last several minutes of a couple pivotal matches. He asked a lot of questions about scoring and ranking. Then, surprised that the competitors were not wearing cleats on the red clay, he began to assess the wardrobe and equipment necessary to be a champion of this unfamiliar sport.
In all sincerity, my bright, articulate son asked, "So, do they make tennis shoes?"
