Collecting Calendars

“I want another calendar.”, said my 5 year old son.
“Why do you want another Calendar?”, I asked.
He hesitated – sensing that somehow it was a foolish thing to ask for.  “A collection.”, he invented, but as if it was already obvious.
“What do you mean, a ‘collection’?”, I asked, a bit more tersely.
“You know what ‘collection’ means.”, he answered, now condescendingly, “You collect marbles.”, he continued, rolling his eyes at my obvious stupidity.
“But, people don’t collect Calendars.  They’re no good after this year.”, I explained.  “They expire.”
“Oh.”
“Then why do you really want another calendar?”,  I asked again.
“To color on it.”  he said.

“And, of course, to have engaged you, Dad, in this conversation.”, I’m sure he thought.

 

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