As we set out to get sugar and eggs for our baking project, the Hero said, "Thanks for being someone who makes cookies."
I replied, "Thanks for inspiring me to."
Hero: "What does inspiring mean?"
Me: "It means a spirit comes in, or an idea on a breath. Er . . . It means an idea comes into your heart like a desire and floats up to your head from there like a spirit."
Hero: "Oh, well, how did you know it was me who put it there? Oh, I know! It's because I live in your heart all the time."
On the way home, I said, "We had to go farther than I thought and now it's really late. How about if we trade? You agree not to make cookies tonight and I'll give you something in turn."
Hero: "Oh... okay."
Me: "So what would you like?"
Hero: "Invisibility."
Me: "HA! I can't give you that, sweetie. It has to be something that's possible."
Hero: "Okay, well, let's see. I think teleportation is possible. Only, no, that would make old fast because of PHYSICS."
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