Sam: "How was your day at your conference, Mommy?"
me: "It was really long. My feet are swollen."
Sam: "Did you miss me?"
me: "I did miss you! I kept talking about you. I told an editor and an agent about your FASTBOY books, though! They were very impressed. And they're people who publish things."
Sam: "What does that mean? Pu.... Publish?"
me: "It's when they take your book and they get it into bookstores."
Sam: [thinks this over quietly for awhile.] "So, I'm thinking, Mommy..."
Sam: "Maybe I should come with you tomorrow. This publishing thing is something I think I'd like to pursue..."