Today, Joseph was telling me, at typically great length, about art class. He was explaining how they had made little pots, and had to paint it, and he decided to paint his green, so he went to green table, and they were supposed to paint it two times, but he ran out of time so he could only paint it once, and then the teacher was going to put it in a kiln, and a kiln is this big thing they have where you put the pots in and it dries them up…

"I know – it’s an oven, Joseph. It – "

His eyes huge, he interrupts. "You know what a kiln is?"

Well, yes, I believe I do. But in my day…