Upon seeing a group of cross-country runners from the local high school out running on the busy street during practice:
Jeremy: Mommy, what are those people doing?
Me: Running. They are cross-country runners. (proceed to explain what cross-country running is.) Mommy was in cross-country when she was in school. *smiles proudly*
Jeremy: *in summation* Oh, probably to get away from all the cars.
Out of the blue, and no idea where he heard the term:
Jeremy: Mommy, what's a Sergeant?
Me: A Sergeant?
Jeremy: Yeah, what's a Sergeant?
Me: Well, a Sergeant is a rank structure in the military, like the Army, Navy, Marines, or Air Force--and even in para-military organizations like the police.... *realizes that I'm using words way over his head* A Sergeant is a person who is in charge....
Jeremy: ....And decides things?
Me: And decides things. He also takes care of all those who work for him....
Jeremy: ....Like you work for me! *beams proudly*
Me: Yeah, like I work for you.
Jeremy: And Daddy works for me too, but not Emma, she's too little.
Upon seeing a fire truck race past us, lights and sirens on:
Jeremy: Oh, a fire truck! It's going to an emergency! A fire.... I hope it's our house that's on fire!
Me: Oh no, Jeremy. We don't want our house to be on fire.
Jeremy: Why not?
Me: Fire is destructive. It would destroy all of our toys, clothes, food, everything.
Jeremy: *horrified gasp* And my blankie! It would destroy my blankie!! *fake sniffle*
Me: That's right, it would destroy your blankie. So we don't want a fire at our house.
Jeremy: Yeah.... I hope another house is on fire then!
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| This is what cool looks like. |
And yes, these were all the conversations that burned in my brain from just today.
