Monday, August 27, 2007
From the Mouths of Babes
So my spousal unit is reading The Peace Book by Todd Parr to our four year-old son, and I hear this exchange:
Spousal Unit: Peace is having enough pizza in the world for everyone.
Offspring: Even the bad people?
Spoual Unit: Yes, even the bad people.
Offspring: So they will learn to be nice?
Spousal Unit: Yes, so that they will learn to be nice.
...
Spousal Unit: Peace is being free.
Offspring: I like being free.
...
And then there’s this one from yesterday:
We are in the car, and the windshield wipers are going - just enough - to make a high-pitched whine that drives me crazy. I’ve teased the Spousal Unit about the fact that I’m more annoyed by audio clutter, and she’s more annoyed by visual clutter. So as the windshield wipers go screek, screek, screek, I’m clutching the arm rest and wincing. Eventually I start laughing and I tell her the windshield wipers are making me insane, and from the seat in the back the Offspring rolls his eyes and says:
“Daddy, take a deep breath.”