Overheard in Portland

On the plane flying back from Portland I couldn’t help hearing a lively little girl chatter her way to Chicago. She couldn’t have been more than 6 years old. I was reminded of the profound simplicity of children when she said this talking about a game to her dad:

Girl:”You are in jail and you have no money to get out. How do you get out?”

Dad:”I don’t know how?”

Girl:”End the game.”

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