I noticed Javier quiet in the back seat of the car. He seemed concentrated on something, his little brows furrowed in thought.
"Hey, Javier, what are you thinking about?"
"A watergun." He replied without hesitation, and as to open the floodgates to the torrent that is his little brain, continued. "Daddy, I want a watergun for my birthday… an’ a telescope."
"A telescope? A telescope AND a water gun?"
"Yeah, a telescope that goes on top."
"Oh, you mean a scope on the gun. Wow, little boy, that’s some pretty sophisticated hardware. You need a scope so you can see your target more closely, right."
"Yup, an’ I don’t want a pink watergun. I want a water gun that is colored like a water gun."
"You mean a dark color, right? I don’t know if they make them like that anymore. But anything but pink, right?"
"Yup, ’cause my friend had one that was pink and it had a telescope."
"Who was your friend? Isabel?"
"Yeah, Isabel. She had a watergun with a telescope."
"Isabel is your cousin, Javier. I’ll check it out and see what we can do."
"Okay, Daddy."