The setting: It’s the night before Thanksgiving, after dark. We’re traveling down I-85, right through downtown Atlanta.
Everett, Age 4: Whoa! Look at that tower! It’s a tower of LIGHT!
Carey: Cool, huh? It sure is pretty.
Everett, in awe: Yeah!
After a moment’s thought: Doo, is that the tower you and John built?
Carey: (Pause.) Uh, no, we didn’t build that.
Everett, gazing around: Well, which one DID you build?
Carey: Uhhh… None of them.
Everett: Where is the tower you built?
Carey: Everett, I hate to break it to you, but John and I have never built a tower together.
Everett: Well, which one did you build alone?
Carey, truly befuddled now: I’ve never built a tower at all.
Everett: Yes you did! With your hands. Which one did you build all by yourself by hand?
Carey: Seriously, really really, I have never ever ever built a tower by myself by hand or otherwise.
Everett: YES YOU DID. You were looking at pictures of it. You and John. Up at the cabin.
Carey: Ummmmm…. Do you mean… the … deer tower?
Everett: YES. The deer tower. Which one is it?
The most amazing thing about this conversation: Everett’s admiration for his dad is completely uncompromised by the truthful explanation of exactly what a deer tower really is.
Happy Thanksgiving, and may your children always think you’re as awesome as 4-year-old Everett finds his dad.