Today we were in the car after visiting my father, who is recovering from a collapsed lung at the local hospital. Serious, yes -- but all seems to be on the mend, and as we pointed out the day he was admitted -- "Hey, it's not a brain tumor."
Anyway, as we were leaving the hospital for the evening, Vampboy asked is we could go out to "lunch" before going home.
"No, son," I reply. "First off, it's time for dinner and not lunch. But anyway, we can't go out to eat, as mommy and I are poor."
Vampboy thinks for a minute. "Daddy -- don't you have your wallet?"
At this point, Vampmommy is trying to hide her laughter. I answer straight away. "I do, but there's no money in it. Sorry."
"Oh." Another pause, then: "Mommy, do you have YOUR wallet?"
VM contains her laughter and responds as I did. Vampboy thinks long and hard.
"I don't HAVE a wallet. I should go buy one with Mommy."
Yes, if only he had a wallet. That would solve everything!