Wherein I Play the Straightman. Again

K: How did your evening go? Survive the pleas for pudding?

Me: Yes. We had no pudding so that helped. (Finn said at one point, "We could go to the store and get pudding. Oh, no, we don't have any money.")

K: What?!?

K: "Oh, no, we don't have any money"?

Me: He gets that they don't give pudding away for free. It was cute. He wasn't despondent or anything. He just found a little piece of logic and went back to coloring.

K: But why does he think he's a pauper?

K: I like to look at it more as we have to make choices with our money--and perhaps for him pudding just wasn't the golden goose he thought it was?

K: But you aren't paupers. Are you? I mean pudding is cheap.

Me: We'd rather spend that money on beer and cocaine. Priorities.

K: Ah.

K: It's all clear now.

Me: And hookers. I shouldn't forget the hookers.

Me: Finn likes the hookers.

K: It's really funny. The mental image of tarted-up women in knee-high boots having to contend with the phenomenon that is Finn. He'd be raiding their lipstick bags. Then he'd say he didn't want to talk to them until Christmas, and they'd be confused. Not at all pretty.