I am continually amazed at the thoughts and ideas that come out of my children. Somewhere, built into their genetic code or flowing through the connectomes of their minds is a level of creativity that astonishes me. I attempt to keep up with it, but it's impossible and tiring. I thought I was a creative person, but not compared to my children.
My daughter loves animals, specifically birds. She knows and has first-hand experience of being on a farm and knowing that animals are raised here. So, in her mind she wants to be a bird farmer when she grows up. According to her, her younger brother will be managing the chameleons and lizards at this same farm - I've neglected to tell her that some birds eat lizards..maybe that's a lesson for when she's five.
This same daughter, while extremely cautious in her own nature, is also extremely curious and has chosen to send her brother down the stairs in a laundry basket in order to test if it truly is the fastest way to get from one floor to the next.
My 2-year-old son, though lacking in vocabulary, is still able to tell me "[I] woke up, Mommy" every night when I put him down to bed. I try to tell him that, just because we once woke up, doesn't mean that we don't - at another point in time - go back to bed, but that's apparently still beyond his grasp.
Yes, the things that come out of my children's minds continues to boggle my mind. And, with these thoughts, I share with you the "reading" my four-year-old did of her new favorite book by B.J. Novak, The Book With No Pictures:
My daughter loves animals, specifically birds. She knows and has first-hand experience of being on a farm and knowing that animals are raised here. So, in her mind she wants to be a bird farmer when she grows up. According to her, her younger brother will be managing the chameleons and lizards at this same farm - I've neglected to tell her that some birds eat lizards..maybe that's a lesson for when she's five.
This same daughter, while extremely cautious in her own nature, is also extremely curious and has chosen to send her brother down the stairs in a laundry basket in order to test if it truly is the fastest way to get from one floor to the next.
My 2-year-old son, though lacking in vocabulary, is still able to tell me "[I] woke up, Mommy" every night when I put him down to bed. I try to tell him that, just because we once woke up, doesn't mean that we don't - at another point in time - go back to bed, but that's apparently still beyond his grasp.
Yes, the things that come out of my children's minds continues to boggle my mind. And, with these thoughts, I share with you the "reading" my four-year-old did of her new favorite book by B.J. Novak, The Book With No Pictures:
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