Yesterday we had car trouble on our way to a family reunion in Idaho. We stopped at a random reservoir to survey the damage. Upon approaching the body of water, Keith took it upon himself to explain to Abigail what makes a reservoir.
Keith: This is a special kind of lake. This would just be a river, but those rocks over there make a dam and stop the water to make this lake. It's called a reservoir. This kind a dam is not the bad word dam that we talked about. This dam just means that it's blocking the water. So we can play here in the lake. Isn't that cool!
Abigail: Oh. I have sunscreen on!
Keith: It's at these moments that I feel my teaching is especially effective.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Vader in the Family
In their best Darth Vader voices:
Keith: Abigail, I am your daddy!
Abigail: I am your princess!
Keith: Abigail, I am your daddy!
Abigail: I am your princess!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Moving to the Park
We had a picnic lunch at the park last week with some friends. When it was time to go Abigail wanted to stay and play longer with her friends.
Abigail: I want to stay at the park forever!
Mom: Stay forever? What would happen when it got dark? Don't you think you'd get cold?
Abigail (pauses to think): I have my blanket, that would keep me warm.
Mom: There are no beds at the park, where would we sleep?
Abigail (pauses to think): We could sleep on the grass!
Mom: What about food? There isn't a kitchen. We would get hungry.
Abigail (gestures to the left over lunch food): We have food, we'll be okay.
Mom: What about if it gets windy, we'd get pretty cold.
Abigail (thinks): We have blankets, that will keep us warm.
She refuted all of my arguments. Looks like we're moving to the park!
Abigail: I want to stay at the park forever!
Mom: Stay forever? What would happen when it got dark? Don't you think you'd get cold?
Abigail (pauses to think): I have my blanket, that would keep me warm.
Mom: There are no beds at the park, where would we sleep?
Abigail (pauses to think): We could sleep on the grass!
Mom: What about food? There isn't a kitchen. We would get hungry.
Abigail (gestures to the left over lunch food): We have food, we'll be okay.
Mom: What about if it gets windy, we'd get pretty cold.
Abigail (thinks): We have blankets, that will keep us warm.
She refuted all of my arguments. Looks like we're moving to the park!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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