In the mind of a four year old
Mallory and I were scrambling to get out the door this morning – well, I was scrambling, Mallory was evidently elsewhere mentally speaking – and we have the following conversation:
- Mallory:
- Imagine being a plant, in the ground all winter, then growing out into the air in the spring?
- Me:
- Mmmm might be a bit dull. Mallory, get your boots on please.
- Mallory:
- I expect it would be most uncomfortable. But restful.
I just had to get that down before I forgot it.
