“Mommy does dusguy know that the stores are open all the time?”

Mom was driving downtown, humming along to the radio, when the five-year-old throws this at her. She assumes the syllables ‘dusguy’ mean ‘this guy’ and proceeeds.

“What guy?”

“No! The Sky!” The child corrects, clearly disgusted with his mother’s misinterpretation and lack of imagination.

“The sky doesn’t care!” Mom responds in a silly voice, “It doesn’t have to buy food!”

Five-year-old giggles and resumes a mumbled conversation with his imaginary friends in the back seat.

Mother wonders where her imagination went.