The road to illumination is filled with potholes

H.o.p. (batting at an old earring I’d pulled out and worn today): What’s that?

Me: It’s a building.

H.o.p.: No, it’s not.

Me: We were driving along, I saw it on the horizon, thought what a great building, plucked it and put it on my ear.

H.o.p.: I’ts not a building.

Me: Sure it is.

H.o.p.: It’s not a building. Where’d you get it?

Me: Ok, it’s a Balinese earring I got in Seattle.

H.o.p.: See, I knew it wasn’t a building. Buildings have windows.

Me: Not all buildings have windows.