Me and my five year old:
Me: (handing him a towel as he gets out of bath)
Finn: (shows me his hands) I am a raisin. (giggles)
Me: Yup, you’re a raisin.
Finn: (mischievous grin) Hey, you wanna give me a high five?
Me: No, Finn.
Finn: (laughs heartily) How did you know I was going to trick you.
Me: Because you’re a trickster.
Finn: (still laughing) Is a trickster a bad thing?
Me: Depends on the trick.
Finn: But is a trickster bad?
Me: Usually
Finn: Why?
Me: Because he tricks people.
Finn: Then I don’t want to be a trickster.
Me: No, you don’t want to be a trickster.
Finn: Hey! You said it wrong. You should have said “Yes, you don’t want to be a trickster.”
Finn: It’s like I can’t understand anyone anymore.
Me: You’re right, Finn. I said it wrong. I love you.
Finn: Why?
Me: Because your mind works.
Finn: (grows thoughtful) But I only have one trick, not a thousand tricks like a trickster.
Me: That’s true.
Finn: (long pause, followed by tremendous laughter, rolling around in bed) Look what my mind did! Look, it’s in my mind! Look, it’s in my mind!
