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. |
| Bean: | JESUS HAD A HUMAN DAD? |
| Me: | Yeah. |
| Bean: | AWKWARD. |
