Angels with dirty feet.

What did you enjoy about today?
I asked him.

He looked up all experience of his two-and-change years expressed over his face.
“I enjoyed about,”
he thought carefully,
”I enjoyed…I like the outside, I liked the white sky and the orange sky.”

I like how you phrased that.
I said (and I meant it).
What is something today that made you sad or angry?

He considered this.
“Something made me angry: I didn’t get to draw monsters on paper.”

I thought about this, and then disagreed, offering to provide evidence showing that we had, in fact, drawn somewhere between seventeen and 43 monsters. On paper. But sometimes you’ve gotta hang onto the anger. So he kept it, though his countenance showed otherwise.

How about music?
I inquired. Anything you especially enjoyed listening to today?

“Umm…” he thought. “Yeah, I like music and songs. Daybreak. I like Daybreak.”

Daybreak? I asked. The name of the song you liked today is Daybreak?

“Yeah.” he said. “Daybreak.”

Okay. I said. I’m not completely familiar with that one.

But now I intend to find out more.