Yesterday we were driving in the car and we saw a homeless person standing with a "hungry" sign at a busy intersection. Marin saw him and asked about it. So I gave a rambling explanation of what a homeless person is and why some people are hungry even in America.
Marin: But where is his guitar?
Marin: I know hungry people, too. But they play songs on their guitar and have a box to put the money in.
Me: Where did you see this?
Marin: At the Sea Dogs game ( local baseball team to which Marins day care went last summer)
Me: Tell me more about this.
Marin: Remember you gave me five dollars in case I needed to buy a snack at the Sea Dogs game.
Marin: Well I bought something to eat, but it cost only two dollars. So I had three dollars left, and I gave it to the hungry man who was playing his guitar.
Me: Why did you do that?
Marin: Daddy, listen, I know what it feels like to be hungry. It hurts and hurts and hurts in my belly. So I felt sorry for the man with the guitar and I wanted him to buy a sandwich.