So, J is truly on one this week. Today we discovered an ant wandering in our kitchen. Needless to say it was a MAJOR source of excitement and entertainment -- poor ant. I'm sure it was just trying to make its way across the vast wilderness of tile when it was encountered by a 4 year-old and 3 year-old. Let's just say, the end was not pretty.
After the demise of said ant, my son asked what kind of ant it was? I told him it was a queen because it had wings. Of course we then embarked on a discussion of queen ants and how come there aren't king ants, and how is it the queens can lay eggs if they're not married to king ants?
I tried to explain that ants are different from people and they do not live by the "marriage is between one man and one woman" rule. With an incredulous look upon his face, J said, "No, that's not true Mom because I have seen teeny tiny temples for ants!"
Do you think in ant temples the queens are reprimanded for treating their males as nothing more than "workers" to be used and discarded at will? Maybe PETA should look into this.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Hello, I'm God
Having a four year-old son is a little bit like living with someone with multiple personality disorder. They are constantly trying out new identities, and it can be difficult to keep up. Case in point, a while ago at breakfast I had the following conversation:
(The breakfast table was loud, as usual, so it made it difficult to hear what was being said at first)
Son: (Looking at me, but speaking with a mouthful of cereal) "I'm God"
Me: (Not knowing if I heard correctly, since it's not one of the usual Superheroes he usually claims to be.) "Who?"
Son: "You know, God. That dude who lives up in Heaven!"
I tried to maintain my composure in order to further the conversation, but I had to smile at God being referred to as, "that dude."
Me: "Okay, well what does that mean? What does God do?"
Son: "You know, He reminds people He loves them."
Out of the mouth of babes. What more can I say? Maybe we should all pretend to be God!
(The breakfast table was loud, as usual, so it made it difficult to hear what was being said at first)
Son: (Looking at me, but speaking with a mouthful of cereal) "I'm God"
Me: (Not knowing if I heard correctly, since it's not one of the usual Superheroes he usually claims to be.) "Who?"
Son: "You know, God. That dude who lives up in Heaven!"
I tried to maintain my composure in order to further the conversation, but I had to smile at God being referred to as, "that dude."
Me: "Okay, well what does that mean? What does God do?"
Son: "You know, He reminds people He loves them."
Out of the mouth of babes. What more can I say? Maybe we should all pretend to be God!
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