Thinking

The other day David (5ys) said: “Mom, there’s something wrong with me.”

Me: “What’s wrong?”

David: “I can’t stop thinking. I think all day long and all night long and I’m tired of it. I’m bored of thinking.”

Me: “That’s pretty much the nature of being a person. You’re always going to be thinking.”

David: “But I’ve only thought of 2 things since the day that I was born.”

Now I was really interested. “What are those 2 things?”

David: “One thing I can’t stop thinking about is how ziggy-zaggy stairs are made. How are they constructed? The other thing is about circle stairways. Why do people make them? They just go around and around instead of straight up and you use so many more stairs for that. I saw a staircase when I was born and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since then.”

Maybe we have a budding engineer?

A few minutes later David asked me: “Since Antarctica is at the bottom of the world is 1/2 of it day and 1/2 of it night at the same time?” There’s my proof that his thoughts are not completely consumed with thoughts of logical staircase construction.

Rebekah (3 yrs) recently wore a kimono to church. When we were walking out, she said: “Mommy, everyone was staring at me. I was so gorgeous, people were falling down!” That’s the 3-year-old interpretation of drop dead gorgeous!

Lenora (17 mos) has discovered the utility of chairs. She moves them all over the house to reach things that until now have been unreachable. I’ve also discovered that her tantrums stop quickly and completely when I offer her a book. She’s a woman after my own heart!

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