Conversations over lunch
with a nearly-five-year-old.
"Someone hypnotised me last year. They told me I was a cat. It was all very weird. I heard a squeaky voice saying "Come with me little girl". Would you like half of my pickle?"
"Mom, what do ribs look like? Do they look like violins? Do I have ribs that look like violins?"
"A pulley needs a fulcrum. Do you know how to make a fulcrum, Mom?"
Meh. I am barely coherent before 1, and she's being all sciency. Scary, awesome, something.
"Someone hypnotised me last year. They told me I was a cat. It was all very weird. I heard a squeaky voice saying "Come with me little girl". Would you like half of my pickle?"
"Mom, what do ribs look like? Do they look like violins? Do I have ribs that look like violins?"
"A pulley needs a fulcrum. Do you know how to make a fulcrum, Mom?"
Meh. I am barely coherent before 1, and she's being all sciency. Scary, awesome, something.