Thursday, September 04, 2008

WALKING CONVERSATIONS

The other night, it was actually pleasant enough outside for our family to take our evening stroll through the neighborhood. Sometimes we hear the funniest things from the girls on these walks. Here are a couple examples:

Greta: Hey, I'm Mowgli from the Jungle Book (she always says this, as if we could possibly forget who Mowgli is!) and Shere Kahn is coming, so I need you to tell me when you see him. Bageera told me he wants to kill me.
Me: Here comes Shere Kahn! What are you going to do?
Greta: I'm going to fire him! (that means scare him away with fire on a stick)
Me: You're not going to hurt him, though, are you? Even if we're scared of someone, it's not a good idea to hurt them.
Greta: Right. I'm just going to fire him, because he wants to kill me and I don't want to die. I want to live and Live. I. Shall!

This gives you a taste of all the processing there is to do with a child who is obsessed with The Jungle Book. Many issues have come up along the way.

And on a different note:
Mali: How do you know who you are going to marry? Who will I marry? When will I know?
Me: Well.......................... (something like) when you're older, you'll figure out how to tell the difference between someone who is your friend and someone you want to marry. A lot of people end up marrying their best friend, though.
Mali: Well, Dylan's my best friend. Maybe I should marry him.
Greta: Wellllllllllllllllllll, Mali. Dylan is very, very, very silly. I mean really silly.
Mali: I know he is, but I still love him. Maybe next time we see Dylan we should ask him if he wants to marry me.

I hope that posting this one isn't too embarrassing for Mali. At this point, she's so matter-of-fact about it, so it's really cute!

Oh, and one more:
Greta: Why do people call the Earth "Mother Earth?"
Me: Well, maybe because they like to think of it being created by someone who is like a Mother, or maybe because they want to think of taking care of it like it is their mother.
Greta: Oh yeah, just like I take care of you, Mama.

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