When it rains it waters the wild plants.
Christopher reminded Caleb of our famous fog, noting that it is really moisture in the air, and how it serves to give water to the plants. Caleb thought about this and replied:
So they get water from that - and from the hoses.
No son (I explained superciliously) there are no hoses in the wild. God doesn't use hoses for the woods.
Except that hose, Mama.
Sure enough, as we drove by the paltry attempts at landscaping the overgrown patches of weeds by our (old) home there snaked a single solitary hose nearly hidden, but quite clearly observable by the ever humbling eye of my son.
Yes, Caleb, except that hose.