Bob the Builder

This morning, Gabriel asked, "Mom, why do some people live outside?" He was looking at 3 homeless people huddled together sleeping on a grate in downtown DC. I said, "Aww, sweetie, because they have really bad luck and no money to buy a house." And, Gabe crinkled his forehead and said, "But Mom, why don't they just find a builder friend who will help them build a house?" As I widened my eyes to keep the crocodile-sized tears from falling, I gave him the biggest hug and said, "You mean, like Bob the Builder?" to which he said, "YEAH!" And, I said, "You are so smart, my sweetheart. I don't know. I guess they haven't met any really kind Bob the Builders." I wish I could keep him from worrying about other people, but I also realize he has my personality, through and through, and I often can't stop worrying about people and things that are beyond my control. He is such an emotional little boy. I have dreams of being Wonder Woman. Gabe probably has dreams of being Bob the Builder.