With rainy weather setting in, we're spending a lot more time in our semi-finished basement. Gazing up at various pipes yesterday, Finn asked, "Did Jason the Mason [a bricklaying pig from Richard Scarry's world] build this house?"
"No," I told him, "I think it was a bunch of Nicaraguan dudes."
Finn paused for a second to think. "Did they drink the agua out of jars--pickle jars?"
"Uh, what do you mean, buddy?" I asked. "What jars?"
I laughed my head off. Now Nicaragua will forever be the land of pickle agua, full of thirsty workmen slugging back jars of briny water. Maybe they're big fans of "Delicious Pocket," Finn's phonetic rendering of neighborhood restaurant "Tlaquepaque." And now that Henry has started imitating Finn & refers to his own Leo-style blankie as "Leo," the Pickleaguans might with the boys a hearty "Vaya con Leos!"