I have a coworker named Amelia. I have already stolen one of her stories for this blog. I will not hesitate to steal another.
Her little boy, around four years old, said recently: “Mamma, it’s winter. Why is there no snow?”
She said: “Well, it’s winter, but there’s not always snow. Sometimes it snows and sometimes it doesn’t.”
He asked: “What makes it snow?”
She was very encouraged by this; this was a scientist’s question. “Lots of things,” she said. “Mother Nature uses all kinds of things: moisture, cold air – “
“Where does Mother Nature live?” he interrupted her.
Uh-oh, she thought. “Well, there’s not really – “ she began.
“Is she old?” the child said. “Does she sit in a rocking chair?”
(At this point in the story, I said: “Amelia, the correct answer to these questions is ‘Yes.’”)
(“I know,” she sighed. “But I was still trying to explain –“)
This parenting thing is evidently very difficult.
Thank god I only have stuffed animals to worry about. They believe whatever I tell them.
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