Today. Today I went to the grocery store. Today I went out to get eggs, milk, and honey. I wasn’t in the pursuit of any vast knowledge, rather a few simple items to fill the holes in the pantry. To abandon the argument I had started with my father. I left with a crumpled up ten-dollar bill, but I returned with so much more. I didn’t expect to hear anything profound in the grocery store, especially in between the aisles containing cleaning supplies and greeting cards. I never thought that the four-year old being dragged down the rows by his mother would utter something wise during his fit over not buying popsicles.