Evan Defines Probability

Evan and I were in the women's bathroom at the library Friday afternoon. After he'd washed his hands, he looked over and saw the sanitary dispenser on the wall. What follows is a very accurate version of the conversation we had:

Evan (recognizing that this is a machine you put money in, turn the handle, and something comes out): I want to put some money in there.

Me: No, not today. Your money is all gone.

Evan: What comes out of there, Mom?

Me: Special things just for Mamas come out of there.

Evan: No, no, that's not right.

Me: It's not? What does come out of there, then, Evan?

Evan (with utter certainty): Maybe it's crap. Or maybe it's treats.

Me (stifling laughter): You're right. It could be crap, or it could be treats.

That phrase, right there, captures just so much of life, doesn't it?