My four year old is playing with his crayons today while I grind. He comes over to where I'm working on my laptop and says, "I need to build a rainbow pyramid."
"With what, baby?" Mommy asks absently.
"My crayons."
Mommy, having been here, done this, says, "You can't do that, they're round. They'll fall."
Mommy's clever little monkey thinks about it for a moment. "What about you?"
Mommy, without thinking about it, says, "You can't do that, they'll fall over."
"No, you."
Mommy sighs. "Baby, you can't..." Mommy catches on. His cleverness came from somewhere, after all. "I can't do that, either."
"Aw, tartar sauce." He stops, those little four year old brows furrowing. "Can Daddy do it?"
"No, no matter how much your father wishes he could, even he can't bend the laws of physics."
"Oh."
"Can Mommy work now?"
"Can I play the drums?"
"Ummm.... hmmm.... so, tell me more about the rainbow pyramid?"
2 comments:
lol This sounds like a conversation with my four year old! lol
It sounds like the conversation I had with my nine year old when HE was four, just... different. HE wanted to know if I could cut up the crayons into little logs so they'd stay put. =D
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