As we were driving to Brad's house, Jory inquired per usual as to where we were going. I told him we were going to an Oscar party at Mr. Brad's house.
"Mr. Brad is throwing a birthday party for Oscar?" he asked.
I forgot my children only know about birthday parties. "No, he's not throwing a birthday party for Oscar. He's throwing a party so we can watch the Oscars at his house."
"Oscar is throwing a birthday party at Mr. Brad's house?"
"No, Jory. No one is having a birthday party. It's an Oscar party. It's an awards show party."
"Huh?"
"We're going to Mr. Brad's to watch TV."
Jory paused and thought. "With Oscar?"
Hmm, how do I explain this to a six-year-old? "We're going to watch a television show that gives prizes to people who act in movies."
"Oh."
I guess broken down like that it doesn't sound so exciting.
"Baby, we're going to Mr. Brad's house," Jory cheered.
And just like that the boring party rebounds with the remembered knowledge that Mr. Brad will be seen for the second day in a row. First on Rowan's birthday at lunch and now at his house. Mr. Brad has made quite the lasting impression on Mr. Jory. I bet a certain someone will now be included in bedtime prayers.
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