I told my oldest to get off the card table for fear she would bend it “out of shape.” Then the five-year-old looked at me quizzically and asked, “You mean, like a circle?”
In the bathtub tonight this same daughter was playing with a toy horse and had this to say about it: “This horse’s name is Rainbow. People don’t ride it, though, because it leaves a rainbow trail that they don’t want to clean up.”
She has another horse that she instructed her two-year-old sister to call Beauty of the Wind (said with a deep, solemn sigh). Then she told her to “Repeat after me… Beauty…”
I’m glad she’s teaching her the important things. That makes my job easier.