“So, Ethan…what’s that blue thingy supposed to be?”
“Nothin’, it’s just a blue thingy.”
“Well, that’s the best one of those I’ve ever seen.”
My son Ethan has apparently been stricken with the same malady as his pop. The kid can fire off some of the most beautifully random doodles. And much to my wife’s chagrin, his thought processes also seem to closely mirror mine. Pray for him.