Our precocious three-year-old wanted to play Barbies and stuffies with me yesterday. With the weather here of late, I have had more time than usual on my hands to get into our children's world. That's been fun. And Educational.
She was playing with her large plastic white stallion. I had the pink "My Little Pony" pony. As the little pony, I asked the stallion's name.
"He doesn't have a name," our girl said.
"How come," I asked.
"Because he doesn't have a name on his bum," she replied.
I paused.
"What?"
"He doesn't have a name on his bum," she said again, matter of factly.
She showed me. True enough, there are characters printed right on the underside of each toy. Barbie has a name. So does the My Little Pony. A little, ugly lizard we found on the street last year has a name, too.
But not the stallion.
If only identifying real-life people and animals were that simple.
Then again, I'm glad it's not.
Bill
She was playing with her large plastic white stallion. I had the pink "My Little Pony" pony. As the little pony, I asked the stallion's name.
"He doesn't have a name," our girl said.
"How come," I asked.
"Because he doesn't have a name on his bum," she replied.
I paused.
"What?"
"He doesn't have a name on his bum," she said again, matter of factly.
She showed me. True enough, there are characters printed right on the underside of each toy. Barbie has a name. So does the My Little Pony. A little, ugly lizard we found on the street last year has a name, too.
But not the stallion.
If only identifying real-life people and animals were that simple.
Then again, I'm glad it's not.
Bill
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