Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Moses, Again.

Moses and I are sitting at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches for lunch. He pauses before taking another bite, turns to me, and asks,

"By way, you have a car?"

By which I believe he meant, "By the way, do you have a car?"

Shocked, but not wanting to appear as if there's anything funny about this question, and a little taken aback, I say,


To which he replies,

"Yes, do! See, right dere!" Pointing to my car in the driveway.

"Oh, well, yes. I do have a car. But it has a flat tire."

He asks, "You no can drive?"


He nods his head sagely, as if commiserating on the difficulties of flat tires, and goes back to his sandwich.