Kids

I was at Wendy's with Preston, our six year old foster son, and we were standing at the counter waiting for our food. There was an employee sitting at a nearby table taking his break drinking a coke. Preston stared at him for a minute or so and then said to me, "Daddy, is that man invisible?"

I said, "Can you see him?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then I guess he's not invisible."

"Oh."

The young man grinned a little and said, "Sometimes I sure wish I was."

I've felt that way myself.

Although probably not for the same reasons.