I love the free thinking of 4 year-olds.

As I was getting on my bike, the boy next door asked, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to the post office”, I replied.

“Are you going to get a lollipop?”, he exclaimed, excited for me.  This was so far out in left field I laughed.  I never associated the post office and lollipops before.

“You get lollipops when you go to the post office?”

“Yeah”, he replied, with a questioning tone of “doesn’t everybody?”

I told him he must be pretty special to get lollipops at the post office because I’ve never gotten one.

“Well, if you want a lollipop you could go trick or treating”, he says, as if I could do that at any time.