The conversations that I have with my three-year old daughter as I’m plucking her from her bed in the morning are some of my favorites of all time. The things that she opens the day with tend to be completely random and utterly fascinating.
This morning’s chit chat:
Clara: “I’m trying to think of that rock that floats in space. The one that floats slowly.”
Me: “A meteor?”
Clara: “No. Too small. The bigger one. The one as big as an Apatosaurus.”
Me: “Oh, an asteroid.”
Clara: “No, that’s not right either. Never mind. You don’t know. Let’s go see Charlie!”
