What I Overheard

I haven't written in a few days, and consequently, my brain doesn't rightly know where to begin.

So I'll just relay a conversation I heard yesterday between Ethan and his friend, Ashton. (For weeks we didn't know who Ashton was.  His possible name became the topic of many dinner conversations.  Eventually I tasked Savannah with the job of finding out who this little boy was.  But then we still didn't know what his last name was or how to get a hold of him.  Two days ago Ashton's big sister put a note in Ethan's pocket that said, "Ashton wants to play!"  It included his whole name and phone number.  I smiled to myself thinking that Ashton's family had had many of the exact same dinner conversations about just who this Ethan was.  But Ashton's mom brilliantly figured out a way to get them together.  I have no idea why this never occurred to me.)

Anyway...yesterday at my bar:

E:  Do you know what's in that bowl?

A:  Fruit.

E:  Yeah, but what kind of fruit?

A:  I don't know.

E:  It's peaches.  We eat lots of peaches.

(a pause)

E:  Except not all the time.  It's a peach holiday.

I grinned for a long time about that.