The real story behind gentrification
Lynxcub: I want Tango and Muck to get to know each other!
Me: Does that mean Muck and her friends are doing construction at the Central Park Zoo (where Tango lives, in the book)?
Me: What are they building? An enclosure for some new type of animal?
Me: What kind?
Lynxcub: (thinks for a moment) Humans!
Me: They're building an enclosure for humans at the zoo? What, so the animals can come see us the way go see them?
Lynxcub: (in his talking-down-to-a-slow-learner voice) Muime, humans are animals.
Me: I know that, honey. I meant the other kinds of animals.
Lynxcub: (doesn't initially respond, due to being distracted by driving Lego Muck all over the place. Then...) Actually, it's for dead people.
Me: What, the human enclosure at the zoo?
Me: Er... How would that work, exactly? Do you mean it's for ghosts, or it's a kind of graveyard, or what?
Lynxcub: It's a kind of graveyard, for all the people who died in all the wars. It's for the people who loved them. And it has a kitchen, where they can make some food.
Me: (trying to parse this) Um... You mean, the living people make food there for their dead loved ones who are buried in the graveyard?
Lynxcub: (cheerfully) Yes!
Me: Oh, do you mean like that altar we saw at the Day of Dead celebration? With all the fruit and stuff on it?
Lynxcub: Yes! Just like the Day of the Dead!
Me: OK, that sounds like a nice idea. So, what do we need to do? Which machines will we need to make the graveyard and the altar?
Lynxcub: (sounding tired) Actually, let's just build some condos.