Recently, while eating lunch with C the other day at our kitchen table, she was admiring the purple hyacinth adorning the center of our table. Thinking I'd slip a little science lesson in I said,
Me: "Did you know that beautiful little flower came out of this little bulb sticking out of the soil?"
C: "Where?"
Me: (pointing) "See, that brown bulb, right there in the dirt."
C: "Like the ones in your shirt?"
Me: (pause) Um, nooooooo. Those are different. Those are mommy's, and they're not called bulbs.
C: (patting my chest) "Yeah, bulbs."
Me: (In an attempt to redirect the conversation) No, this is a bulb in the soil. We can plant this outside and it will grow another flower.

Priceless! When you take her shopping for "bulb" holders (many years from now) you will have to tell her that story. :-)
ReplyDeleteSnort. That's hilarious. The increased articulation yet diminished understanding is fraught with potential embarassment. I so see us spending the next 10 years in a permanent state of Cringing.
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