I looked across the dinner table and realized that Caleb was staring off into space, deep in thought and I couldn't help my curiosity about what would hold his 4-year-old mind for so long...
Me: Caleb, whatcha' thinking about?
Caleb: Nothing. I just dreaming.
Me: Okay, whatcha' dreaming about?
Caleb: I just dreaming about race cars and motorcycles and hot rods. (and then he actually sighed)
Oh...so that's what he thinks about when he gets that faraway look in his eyes.
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