One of the Boy's new friends lives only a couple of minutes up the road from us. The neighbourhood changes from our series of link homes and town houses to a markedly more upscale set of houses, set back on amongst the trees in some more out-of-the-way places. The friend's mom owns a couple of salons. They have a cottage on the lake that they invited to Boy to on a sleep-over, this was back more at the start of the season, a point important to the story in that the cabin wasn't completely stocked with supplies. We weren't sure about sending the Boy by himself to the lake, but he was excited to go spend some time with his friend - a girl. The girl's mom confided that her daughter liked playing more with Boy than the other girls since he was more fun. They did more stuff. Like combing the backyard for slugs. Stuff like that.
"He cracks me up," she said to us when they came back from their sleepover. "I love him, the things he says!"
Uh-oh, we thought, what happened.
Well, what had happened was that the Boy was hungry and asked for ...
Boy: Can I have a peanut butter and honey sandwich?
Sheila: Oh, we don't have any.
Boy: Can I have just peanut butter then?
Sheila: No, we don't have any peanut butter. There's not much in the cupboards right now. I'm sorry.
Boy: Well, can't you just go to the Superstore?
Sheila: Well, not right now, we can't.
Boy (thinking this over for a moment): Are you poor?
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