The way my mind works

My completely imaginary conversation with Joe, who’s 10 years old:

Me: Do you really only eat white food?
Joe: Yep.
Me: What do you have against colored food — I mean, food of color?
Joe: It’s just not as good as white.
Me: Hmmm. How do you feel about the use of German shepherds and fire hoses as a means of crowd control?
Joe: ??

I know what you’re thinking. “Geez, lighten up, Sparky, he’s only 10!” But really, if someone had bothered to interrogate the 10-year-old George Wallace in 1929, the schoolhouse doorway might have remained unblocked in 1963. Not that Joe has anything in common with Governor Wallace, you understand. I’m pretty sure George Wallace was not prone to asking random acquaintances questions like, “What kind of eggs does a wicked chicken lay? Deviled eggs!” Trust me, he’s got a million of ’em.