The morning commute in my car is never short of interesting. Especially when it so accurately details the different ways my kids’ brains work.
Pheobe: *GASP* A garden shed!!!
Theo: No, it’s a hawk! Look!
Pheobe: Yeah…no. I’m pretty sure it’s a garden shed. It’s a little house…in a garden…soooo…it’s a garden shed.
Theo: Pheobe! *angrily* Look up! On the wire! It’s a hawk!
Pheobe: Oh! Yeah, that is definitely NOT a garden shed.
It’s conversations like this that caused my son to look at me the other day and say, “You know mommy, sometimes I don’t really like Pheobe. When I don’t like her I think it would be better to just go sleep outside where it is quite.”
My response, “Theo, honey. A lot of us feel that way, but remember, she lives in Pheobe Land and we are all just visiting.”