I am considering making Dillan a regular on my blog. That kid is a hoot. Like a really funny owl. He knocked on my door when the kids and I were gone, and only The Man was home. Remember when Dillan is nine?
The Man: Hey Dillan; what’s up?
Dillan: Hey. Can Eli play?
The Man: No, sorry. He isn’t home right now.
Dillan (pauses): Are you guys moving to Washington?
The Man: Well, it’s a possibility.
Dillan (with the straightest face EVER): Like, how much? What’s the percentage?
The Man (stifles giggle in the face of the most serious 9yo in the world): Uhm, I can’t really say, Dillan. We just have to wait and see.
Dillan: Why don’t you guys move to Sacramento? At least if you move to Sacramento I can see Elijah when I visit my grandma in the summer.
The Man: Well, I have applied there too; maybe we’ll get lucky.
Dillan: What are the chances? Can you give me a percentage.
The Man (clearly bested by a child): I just don’t know, Buddy.
Dillan: Why are you guys moving anyway?
The Man: Well, I lost my job. I got laid off. So, I have to go somewhere that can give me a job.
Dillan after a VERY heavy sigh: See, this is why I hate the government.
The Man: Me too, Buddy. Me too.