I wonder what that was about.

I was reading a magazine when Will wandered up.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, my darling?"

"I want to be an elf."

"Okay."

And off he went on his merry way.

This is typical of the many conversations we have that only make sense to me later. Only this one hasn't gotten there yet. They haven't been watching Elf. I haven't seen any broken toys he could be thinking of repairing. So now I'm pondering: why does he want to be an elf?