Thursday, August 10, 2006

A One Sided Conversation

This was what I heard on the way home from school today:

"Mommy, I love riding across bridges. Looks like a lake down there. Hey, the water changed colors. Why does it change colors?"

I don't know hon....

I think it changes colors cause the sun is shining and the sun shining makes it lighter. When the sun isn't shining, then the water is-ya know- dark. And then sometimes the dirt underneath, it gets deeper, like where boats can go, and then it goes on a diagonal... Then it gets really deep down where the pin cushion sea devil lives, he has red on him... he has lived for a long time, like before people knew how to make salt. That book you got for me when you went on your trip that time, about fish... you know the one about all the fish. There's a lot of stuff in there about fish...

What book was tha...

The book you got me on that trip you went on when you brought back Freckles and I went to bed that night with Freckles, only I hadn't named him yet and then you came in to tuck me in and you said his spots looked like freckles to you... and so I named him Freckles. REMEMBER, MOMMY?

I guess...

Yea. And piling up all that dirt under the water would be hard work.

1 comment:

Brenda said...

Cute! Enjoy it. Someday, the conversation may be one-sided from the other direction.