Over dinner, Dean mentions that he’s read five books in the last two weeks.
“Wow,” I say.
He says, “I’ve even started thinking I’d like to write a book.”
“But I have some other things I need to finish first.”
“Other projects that are higher in the queue, huh?”
“I want to launch a human with a water rocket.”
Two minutes later, when I’m still laughing so hard that I’m gasping for air, he adds, “I’m serious.”