Michael, holding plum between thumb and forefinger, for me to see: “Mommy and Daddy? Can I eat this?”
Mommy: “You need to wash that off first.”
Michael: “Where can I wash it?”
Daddy: “Anywhere you can find running water.”
Michael trots to the bathroom and rinses plum off under faucet, then saunters back, nibbling on the plum.
Michael standing just outside of Daddy’s focal range and pointing indeterminately at the plum: “Daddy? What’s this?”
Daddy: “The hard part in the middle?”
Michael: “Yes.”
Daddy: “That’s the pit. Don’t eat that. It’s hard like a rock, and it’s the seed inside.”
Michael, now closer, and now pointing to another part of the plum: “No, not that, this!”
Daddy: “I don’t know what you’re pointing at.”
Michael, emphatically, still pointing at same spot on plum: “THIS!”
Daddy: “It’s either the skin, the flesh or the pit. That’s about all there is to it.”
Michael ponders this for a few seconds.
Michael: “I think it’s a plum, daddy.”
Daddy: “Yes, it is.”
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I am honestly laughing out loud! We grownups often attempt to over complicate things.
Case in point: What’s greater than God, more evil than the devil and will kill you if you eat or drink it?
97% of college students got the wrong answer.
97% of Kindergartners got it right.
The correct answer = Nothing.
Silly grownups.
(MD) It’s when we have kids – this is what transforms a perfectly rational, intelligent adult into a raving lunatic by the time the last kid turns 30.
In my mind I’m hearing your conversation and laughing. A child’s thought process is amazing, so much so they can drive adults insane or to drink. It sounds like you got a bit frustrated, then, at the end, resigned. Maybe WM is right, maybe as adults we do over complicate things. But, I think children have a “gift” of being able to drive their parents right around the bend. In the end, as a parent of teens with no little ones around, I (believe it or not) look back on these kinds of conversations with laughter and a lit bit of nostalgia.
(MD) My son manages to push this “gift” right on up into the realm of “super power”. I should get him a costume with a cape.
Funny stuff. I can only imagine what daily conversations are like in your house. I enjoy it when you share them.
(MD) They’re usually pretty one-sided, as Michael does 95% of the talking. He’s a blog fodder mill.