It is a beautiful day. Sunny. Warm. The kids munch snacks on the back porch while I chop vegetables in the kitchen.
Suddenly...
Jane: Waaaaaaah! Henry, no! Henry, NOOO!
Me: What is going on out here?
Jane: (still sobbing) Henry said something mean.
Me: What did he say?
Jane: He said I'm not made out of skin and blood and bones.
Me: What did you tell her?
Henry: That she's made of molecules.
'Twas ever thus. Only the words change. The rest of it? Same old, same old.
ReplyDeleteTrue. But this response seems to imply you had normal children, which I know not to be the case. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's all the great paradox. What IS normal after all? All "normal" children are "special" in their own abnormal way, I guess.
ReplyDeleteWe can wait to see who else chimes in...
Your children are just too cute :-)
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