Nate: Dad, I want to be a Protector of the City.
Me: What’s that, bud?
Nate: A protector. He wears a cowboy hat.
Me: Yeah?
Nate: And sometimes a bathing suit, but not always. And he wears purple sunglasses.
Me: Okay. What else?
Nate: Sometimes he wears green glasses, but not anymore. And then he’s got boots, but they’re really, really, really dusty.
Me: And they protect people?
Nate: Yeah!
Me: Well, that sounds like a great thing to be. Good night, buddy. You dream about being a Protector.
Nate: Okay! Good night!
