A few days ago my seven-year-old son Rio and I walked down to the river for our daily summer swimming ritual. We passed a few guys chatting by their cars in the parking lot and made our way to our favorite swimming hole. There, Rio spied a fishing tackle box and asked me whose it was.
“It probably belongs to those guys we just walked by,” I said as I took off my shirt.
Just then Rio spied two men upriver and called out, “Hey guys! Is this your tackle box?”
“Yeah,” one of them yelled back. “Thank you!”
Rio turned his attention toward me. “You said it belonged to those guys in the parking lot. You were wrong.”
“You’re right, bud. I don’t know everything. I’m a human being just like anyone else.”
He eyed me and nodded. “Yeah, you don’t know everything. I mean, you don’t know, for example, very much about . . . bunnies.”