So we're at the park and we see three women--probably high school or or college age--go by on bikes. They're wearing bikinis, towels draped around their shoulders.
The Boy's got eyes like saucers.
"Why are those teenage girls riding their bikes in their swimsuits?" he asks.
"Good question," I say.
"I bet they're on their way to the pool."
"Or," he says, with confidence, "or, they want people to pay attention to them."
"It's a good bet," I say.
"Why would they want people to notice them?" he asks. Then he answers his own question: "They probably want people to buy what they're selling."
"Oh?" This is an interesting theory, though I'm not sure I like where it's going. "And what do you think they're selling?"
"Teenager stuff. Like Teenage Blower Machines."
"You know. Teenage Blower Machines. That blow smoke rings. For teenager parties. They have those at all the teenager parties."
Oh, and this one.