Me: P, how is that keyboard working out?
P: I love it, Daddy.
Me: I hope you use it to find your notes. So you can sing in your key.
P: I do Daddy. I press one thing and sing that sound. I can do it for all of them.
Me: Good, Baby. I think it will help you find your songs.
P: Daddy, do you wanna know what my dream is?
Me: What, frog?
P: I wanna be on the radio & sing in Times Square.
Me: *blink*
*pause*
Me: Then Do It, Darlin'.
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C: Hey Daddy. Thank you for the guns.
Me: You're welcome, Buddy. Every boy needs a set of pistols to fend off the bad guys. Do they pop when you pull the trigger? Are you getting rid of the bad guys?
C: Yep. But there's a problem.
Me: There is? What's the problem?
C: I wanna be the guy that takes the money.
Me: You wanna be the what?
C: The Outraw?
Me: You wanna be the Outlaw?
C: Yea! The one that robs the banks!
Me:... *wipes tear*... then you're gonna need a black cowboy hat and a good set of spurs. I'll find them for you, son.
C: That's Daddy!
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Conversations, however peculiar, have shaped our world.
Keep having them.
