Lounge logic
It's 3pm. C is pushing a dump truck around in the kitchen. T is parked on a pillow on the hardwood lounge floor, cutting pieces of paper (an end in itself, when you are 3) and watching Teletubbies. I am picking up toys. Again. I decide to get a snack and pour a mini-bowl of granola.
T: What's that?
B: Granola.
T: Can I have some?
B: Sure. But you need to sit at the table if you're going to eat granola.
(Pause)
T: But it's the same.
B: What's the same?
T: The table is made of wood, and the floor is made of wood. So it's the same. Can I eat my granola here?
Stumped. By a not-yet-3 1/2 year old.
T: What's that?
B: Granola.
T: Can I have some?
B: Sure. But you need to sit at the table if you're going to eat granola.
(Pause)
T: But it's the same.
B: What's the same?
T: The table is made of wood, and the floor is made of wood. So it's the same. Can I eat my granola here?
Stumped. By a not-yet-3 1/2 year old.
posted by Bronwyn at 3:16 pm
3 Comments:
Love it. So.... did you let her eat on the floor? :-)
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Only a kid could use that kind of logic. How brilliant!
I wonder if explaining that you walk on a floor, but you don't walk on a table would have any impact...... :-)
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