A few weeks back we donated an aging piece of furniture to AmVets. Hopefully they’ve made good use of the ugly but insanely comfortable, 40-year-old corduroy chair that my wife was finally able to purge from our home.
For some reason, M. thought of that this morning as she was getting ready for school. She asked who it was that came to pick it up. Here is our conversation, as I remember it.
“It’s called AmVets. They help people that used to be in the military.”
“What’s the military?”
“The armed forces. The army, navy, air force, marines. They help those people find work, places to live, to buy things.”
“Like weapons?”
I’m not sure whether I should be proud or concerned about her inductive reasoning.
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