My 7 year old daughter was talking loudly today. I said "Who are you talking to?" she didn't hesitate, "I'm talking to myself." I paused, then asked "Can you talk a little quieter to yourself?" She thought for a second then said, "Then, I won't be able to hear myself." I have no response for that one.
My 5 year old daughter drew a picture of a butterfly, with big teeth. I asked her what it was and she looked at me like I'd lost my mind then replied. "It's a butterfly monster Mom." As though it were obvious and duh, what else would it be? Again, I have absolutely no reply.
My 5 year old again.
"Mom, why can't we fly?"
"Well, we can fly in airplanes and balloons and things like that sweetie."
"That's not what I meant, I mean how come we don't have wings like birds?"
"I don't know, I would guess it's because we aren't birds. If we had wings then I think we couldn't have hands, that would make building houses and stuff much harder wouldn't it?"
"But Tinkerbell has wings and hands, why can't we be like fairies?"
"Because fairies aren't real?"
"Mom, you have no imagination."
She seemed really sad, perhaps I let her down. I guess I should work on my imagination.
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