a little story and some knitting burbles.

[emmacrew]

We were waiting somewhere, with me sitting with Wm on my lap while standing next to me was a man with a little boy about age 4. The guy was telling the kid that babies say RAAAR and that he'd better watch out, because he'd get his arm! And at first the kid was saying "no, daddy, babies don't say that" and the dad said "no, really, any minute now!"

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[boojum]

It is really tempting to tell made-up stories to small trusting children. I'm currently limiting myself to, when I run out of helpful answers to the why-chain, answering things like "Gravity" and "Capitalism". They're all true, and I only turn to them when I'm out of the answers like "Because Paul asked you not to [put the toy monkey up his shirt]" or "Because falling from [four feet up] would hurt", but they are perhaps less informative than other answers.

(So far, all why-chains eventually come down to one of: we don't want you to get hurt, physics, capitalism, or because [person] asked you not to do that to them. I don't know whether this describes more about small children or about human nature.)

[emmacrew]

It's also true that Wm goes for the eyes. When we've got him and L together, it's a constant game of "let the babies interact, but keep them from grabbing the other's eyes." Nice high contrast.

Darn that pesky gravity.

[boojum]

Oh, I meant "made-up stories" to refer to the whole RAAR thing, not to your going for the eyes comment. I'm sorry it came out like I was ragging on you. Totally not my intent.

I am convinced that said small child is partially immune to gravity. Either that, or the speed of his motion generates enough air pressure to keep him aloft.

[kathrynt]

We sing "All we want to do is eat your eyes -- we're not unreasonable, I mean no-one's gonna eat your brains" when the babies are playing. It's pretty funny.

Also William's new trick is to grab one of Lillian's fingers and TWIST her whole hand around. He hasn't hurt her (yet?) but every time I'm all "Ack, don't DO that!" and then Lillian tries to grab his tongue, and then things deteriorate.

Babydome! Two babies enter! One baby leaves!