February 8, 2013
In which I should probably end every conversation two exchanges early.
Bean: Can I have some more popsicle sticks? I want to make a table.
Mom: You're such a three-dimensional artist.
Bean: What?
Me: Grandma means you don't like to be confined to the two dimensions of paper, and that when you grow up you might want to be an architect or carpenter.
Bean: Which one builds houses? Because I want to build houses.
Me: Both. Architects design buildings and carpenters make parts of them. Carpenters also make furniture. Your great-grandfather was a carpenter. He made furniture for a long time but he also made little guitars.
Bean: Uh huh.
Me: Jesus was a carpenter.
Bean: Really? Why?
Me: I don't know, probably because his dad was. But not the God dad. His other dad. The human dad.
Me: Yeah.
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  1. wifeoftj said: Good talk!
  2. hnknta said: OMGGGGGGG
  3. almostfancynancy said: I love the Bean!
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