A Short Conversation

Stephen: Why is the fan blocking the downstairs entrance?

Me: Ask your mother. And why can’t you say ‘door’ like any other kid?

Stephen: Because I’m your kid.

Me (shrugging): Can’t argue with you there.

My father, somewhere in another plane of reality or reincarnated as a small child, is laughing. He might not know why he is laughing, but he is laughing.