My son says some funny – and thoughtful – things from time to time.
One of our most recent conversations took place when I walked in on one of his greatest creations: a city of his making leveled and destroyed. Matchbox cars strewn among rubble of Lego walls and wooden blocks. Godzilla, meanwhile, was taking a time out on the sofa.
Me: What’s Godzilla doing smushed between the sofa cushions?
Iñaki: He’s mourning.
Me: Why is he mourning?
Iñaki: Geez, Mom, he just destroyed an entire city!
I do enjoy Godzilla’s introspective nature and sense of remorse.