Stormy weather the past few days has totally farked up the satellite, so we’ve been without TV. Which isn’t so bad. (Except I miss my spook shows. I was sad without my Ghost Hunters last night.)
Instead of watching cartoons this morning while I got ready for work, MP was left to her own devices. Over the course of an hour, we talked about space, religion, sex and the innermost workings of the brain.
I present this morning’s installation of Deep Thoughts of a Four-Year-Old.
MP: Is the man in the moon God?
Walking out to the car, MP spots Grammy’s dogs goin’ at it. Grammy’s hoping to make a few extra bucks as a part-time puppy farmer. (In between mowing the lawn.)
MP: Mommy, look at Harley and Sandy! They’re being SILLY!
ME: Do you know what they’re doing? They’re trying to make a baby. Er, a puppy.
MP: Ooooh! A PUPPY! Yeah! They’re trying to get it out!
ME: Actually, they’re trying to get it ON. Well, there’s not one in there yet. They’re trying to MAKE one.
MP: Yeah, Harley’s doing TEAMWORK! (arm pump)
♫ Gooo Wonder Pets.
MP yawns on the way to work. Which makes me yawn.
ME: Did you know when you yawn it makes other people yawn?
MP: (smiling) Does it get into your feelings?
Oh, to be four.