A conversation with Tyler, who was putting on his pajamas with lighting speed:

Tyler: “I’m getting dressed really fast. Cause you have to get dressed fast to put out fires.”

Me: “Does that mean you want to be a fireman?”

Tyler: “No, I want to be a policeman. Just like Daddy!”

Me: “So if a fireman puts out fires, what does a policeman do at work?”

Tyler: “He punches bad guys!”

Ah, the tender age of five…when all things evoke awe and wonderment, right down to police brutality.