Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Flyswatter Guitars

This morning Jo made me come watch the "show" of her and Sam playing "guitar" with flyswatters... he does everything she does... She was calling our porch the houseboat on the lake, "we're going to the mermaid castle, and I'm going to row every night and every morning." Rowing with the flyswatter, of course.

"Why is the sun round?" she asked.
I babbled something about the star and electrons and gravity pulling the planets around.
"But not Mars," Jo said.
"Sorry?" I asked.
"Mars isn't going around the sun anymore," she said. "I saw it floating around the sky the other night."

"Why do we have bones?" she asked.
"To hold us up."
"And when do our bones go out of us?" she asked.
"Uh... not sure they do..."
"When we die, to our bones go out of us? Did your dad's bones go out?"
"Uh..." (Gruesome!)

"Josephine, we're picking up toys, please put those away."
(Instead, Jo makes a stack."
"Jo, don't make a stack, put those away."
"But mom, it's ART."

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