Out of the mouths of babes...

Children are so innocent, at least for awhile. Their limited understanding of the world is actually one of their many endearing qualities.

I was organizing and backing-up the many gigabytes of digital photos we've taken over the last five years when Aidan, bored with whatever he had been doing, sidled up beside me, stared at the screen of photos for a second, and asked to sit on my lap to watch what I was doing.

I scrolled past some thumbnail photos of me in a suit from when I worked in real estate and...

"Go back, Daddy! Was that when you were 'really big'?" he asked
I responded, "Do you mean when I was a Realtor? Yes."
Unsatisfied with my cryptic answer, he persisted "What's a 'tor', Daddy?"
"Realtor. It's one whole word, Realtor, and it means I was a salesman."
"Oh, wow! Did you have to 'sail' all day long, Daddy?"

Heh. I could've answered many ways, but just chuckled instead and told him it was nothing all that exciting. He lost interest and left to find some toy to manipulate or play make-believe with, possibly still believing I used to be a sailor.