It’s been a while – gotta love the way life seems to interrupt the important things like blogging time – but some things I just have to share.
R (6yo) – Mom, do olives move?
Me – Olives? Er, no, they’re food. They don’t move unless you move them.
R – So olives don’t move at all?
Me (trying desperately to think of an instance where an olive would actually move on its own) – No, sweetie, olives don’t move. They just sit there until you eat them.
Silence. I glance in the rearview mirror to see R has moved to the edge of her seat, her face intense.
Me – Er, sweetie, whatcha doing?
R – I’m being still like an olive.
Is there anything more fabulous than the mind of a child?