"But I don't know where the hospital is." says SonofV.
Perplexed at the connection between this statement and the previous thread of the conversation about french fries (should we order some more), I barely managed a "Why do you need a hospital?"
"Because that's where the baby will be born."
Ding!
The earlier conversation had resumed. An hour earlier, he started with "When I grow up, I'm gonna be a hippie."
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Because they're nice people, they don't smoke, and I'm going to marry a girl with long hair."
"Do you know any hippies? What makes you think they're nice people?"
"Well, I saw some on tv."
"Ahh. Well, they are nice people, but some of them do smoke." I went off on a little tangent about smoking marajuana, which was news to him. I had my teachable moment, I planted a seed and I didn't pound it into the ground. An hour later at the restaurant, he worries out loud about the hospital. I told him if he can handle growing up, becoming a hippie and getting married to a girl with long hair, he won't have any trouble finding the hospital.
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Be Just and Fear Not.
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