The Bean wandered into the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth. He noticed a copy of Entertainment Weekly on the counter.
“That man is very handsome,” he said of the picture of Prince Charming from that show my wife inexplicably likes, Once Upon a Time. “He must be rich.”
“Does being handsome mean that you’re rich?” I asked.
“Well, one time Dr. Doofenshmirtz turned handsome and walked into a bank and they gave him two bags of money.”
Deciding not to repeat my “things in real life don’t work the way they do in cartoons” speech yet again, I opted for “uh-huh” as my response.
“Do you think I’m rich?” I asked.
“No dad,” said The Bean. “You don’t look like that.”