The scene: Kitchen table at my cousin's house. I'm talking with her sons Aidan (7) and Caleb (5) about the band they've formed with their cousins.
Me: So who all is in the band?
Aidan: Well, I play guitar and Noah is the lead singer and Ethan plays the keyboard --
Caleb: And I play drums!
Aidan: Caleb, be quiet! (turns to me) Caleb plays drums. And Madison sings backup. And she's our manager.
Me: That's so cool. What kind of music do you play?
Aidan: Classic rock.
Caleb: And heavy metal.
Me: Wow, eclectic. Are you going to have a concert?
Aidan: Yeah! In Madison and Noah's backyard. Near the barn.
Me: So I bet you're practicing a lot right now, huh?
Aidan: Nah. We're just going to sell tickets.
Me: There's confidence for you. Who are you selling tickets to?
Aidan: Um, well, our families. And all the neighbors who live across the street.
Caleb: And the Indians.
Me: The Indians?
Me: I didn't know there was a significant Native American population still present in Pennsylvania. Where do they live?
Aidan: In the woods.
Caleb: And the desert.
Me: There's a desert in Pennsylvania? And where, pray tell, might that be?
Aidan: Sorta near New York City.