the drive home...

The other night, while driving my seven-year-old son, Cole, home from school, he asked, "What are those guys dressed in black and white and move like this called?" I glanced behind me as he moved like he was stuck behind an invisible wall.

"A mime?"

"Yes, a mime.  Why are they called mimes?"

I went on to explain that when they are wearing their special outfits they don't speak but only gesture.

"Oh, like my teacher's boyfriend."

This gave me pause until I remembered his teacher's boyfriend is deaf.

"Yeah, sort of, I'd never thought about it that way, very smart of you, to put those two together."

I looked in the rear view mirror, smiled and prayed that, that was the end of his fascination with mimes.