Four year olds can be so much fun, or not. But when they are, they really are. Lately our conversations (or theirs, as I listen in) have been the kind that need to be remembered. Thus, this post, for myself. You can listen in, if you please.
We were driving past the lake in the middle of our town, which is really low right now. I commented on it, more or less to myself. They discussed the situation at length, and alas I forgot to write it down as soon as I could. But later that day, we were driving again, and had been following a truck with a large opaque container of liquid, probably chemicals, sloshing back and forth. After following it for several miles, suddenly Katie piped up: "I see a truck with water in it. I think it's taking water to the lake so the beach won't be so down."
Another day one of them commented on a pretty tree that looks "like broccoli."
The logic of their little minds astounds me at times. It had rained during the night, and on the way to take the big girls to school, my tires spun a bit as I was leaving a stop sign. Again, I believe it was Katie who said, "That must be because of the rain on the street."
Emma: "Did I cry last night?"
Me: "Yes, you screamed your head off."
Emma: "I screamed, but my head is still on.
In the school bathroom:
Emma: "Where's the bath?" Good question! Guess we should call it "rest room" instead.
Another conversation in the car:
Emma: "Grandma, is my peanut butter sandwich going to turn me into a grownup?"
Katie: "What about me? Will my peanut butter sandwich make me big?"
Emma: "I don't think you ate enough to get big."
We were attending an awards program at school. Emma was sitting on my lap, facing me. She caught a glimpse inside my shirt neckline and said, "Grandma, you have a black bra."
Then she turned to my former work friend, who is considerably older than I, and I run into her at school functions where she is watching her great grandchildren, who are the ages of my grandgirls. Emma pointed to her and said, "Does she have a bra on?" Yikes!
And then there was the day we were checking out at Sam's - the young man at the next stand was sporting not one, but two, flashy earrings. I hadn't noticed him until Emma blurted out, "Boys don't wear earrings!" He and I had an interesting conversation after that.
I know you remember when Katie cut Emma's hair - it seems lately as though Emma is saying that she did it to herself, but I find it hard to imagine that she could have done that to herself. Regardless, they are both looking forward to their hair being long again. In fact, everything that we're discussing from the past, near or far past, Katie will say, "Was that when my hair was long?"
Have a wonderful Memorial Day, and a great week!