We went grocery shopping Sunday morning and on the way we passed two police cars at a gas station. There were also two police officers hand cuffing a person on the ground. I’m assuming it was a guy, but really all I saw was back fat and butt crack. Lovely, huh! I didn’t comment on the scene, just kept on driving. A minute later Lex said, “Mom, at the gas station I saw…” and proceeded to describe the whole scene. Then he asked me what the policemen were doing with the guy. I tried to explain that they were handcuffing him (and then explained what handcuffs are) because he did something bad and probably he was fighting with the policemen. He thought about that for a minute and then said, “Or maybe the guy fell down and hurt his hands and the policemen were trying to help him.” Umm… yep, that sounds good to me! Certainly better than drunk and disorderly conduct at 9am on Sunday morning. I love that his basic assumptions are so good, so pure. I wish that could last forever.