Yesterday I was at Bedwell Bayfront Park with my three and a half year old grandson and his dad.  I was watching him ride his new bicycle, a bike complete with hand brakes and a kickstand. 

When I told him I needed to go to the bank and invited him to go with me, he said, “Toad Hall”, and I was stymied with the connection until I realized he loves the book Wind in the Willows, and his only knowledge of a ‘bank” is the river bank in the book.  I’m not sure he was impressed with the interior of a financial institution, but everyone was friendly, and there was a bowl of tootsie roll pops which he was not allowed to take. It was a good reminder of the complexity in language, and what we visualize and hear.