hard lessons

I told him that we needed to go and pay a bill for Pop today, for his car insurance. On the way to their house, he said "Mommy, what's a bill?" and I told him "you get a bill when you need to pay money to someone" and he said "what does it look like?". I held up the envelope and he said "it looks like mail". He asked me if he could pay it, and he walked in the door and announced "we found a bill" and then he walked to the counter and told the agent "we have this bill to give you" and handed it to her. She thanked us (with a big 'how cute is he' smile) and he told them bye and we left. In the car, he said "what's insurance for?" and I told him we got insurance in case we got into an accident, and if we did, the insurance would fix the car. He said "okay, I broke the car, better fix it with insurance, Mommy". Perceptive little guy, isn't he?

When the mail came today, we got a box and the mail carrier drove up and honked. I ran out to her car and suddenly a little voice beside me said "mail, please" and I looked to see Dennis holding out his hand. He's never met the mail carrier before, and I am amazed that he knew what to do. She handed a box to us and he said "is that my birthday present?" and she asked if it was his birthday. I told her it was in a couple of weeks and he said "YES". She asked him how old he'd be and he said "two and three-quarters". He is certainly conversational today!