It's little conversations, like the one I had with Lukas on the way to pre-school this morning, which make being the father of a 3 year old so terrific.
As we normally do, we were laughing and kidding around about many of the different things we see passing us by, and pretending that the banana on my dashboard was somehow giving us the extra 'power' needed to climb the hill we were summiting.
Then, as we reached the top we were greeted by a rather odd looking vehicle that we hadn't seen in quite some time. "What's that truck Daddy?" Lukas asked quizzically.
"That's a Honey Bucket truck" I reminded him.
"What's it do?"
"Oh, It carries around big boxes of poopy." I responded looking at him in the rear-view mirror.
"Nooooooo." was his response, giggling and flashing a huge incredulous smile. "You are so silly daddy!"
"I'm serious buddy. Those boxes are full of poop and pee."
"Nunt uh! That's not a big box of poopy! Silly Daddy!"
"Really, it is. Like at the park we go to. Don't you remember the plastic bathroom that smells really bad with the gross puddle under the toilet?"
"Oh, yeah. That's yucky!"
"Well, those are plastic boxes are called Honey Buckets, buddy."
"Oh." was his response. Then, with a puzzled look he asked "Why do they call them HONEY Buckets?"
"Uh....you know, I'm not really sure buddy" was all I could come up with. "It's not a very good name for them is it? Maybe they should call them Poopy Buckets."
"Yeah, that's better" he agreed. "I like honey!"