Lincoln: Mom, will all the nothing always be nothing or will it be something someday?
Me: What “nothing” are you talking about?
Lincoln: You know. All this nothing all around us *wildly flings arms around him*…will it be something someday?
Me: You mean…the air?
Lincoln: I guess. Just the nothing.
(silence)
(silence)
(more silence)
Me: Wanna call and ask dad?!
Lincoln studying mud
Whims 