The Mind of a 3 Year Old
Pulling our van into a stall at the local Sobeys parking lot, I hear my son inquire from the back, "So Mom, there's no Ps at Sobeys, right?"
If I don't instantly respond to something he will keep repeating the question until an adequate answer is given.
"Mom! There's no P's at Sobeys?"
"Umm... Little Dragon, they probably sell peas in the store. We have half a frozen bag at home. You can have some later if you like," I explain to the lad.
"NO!" he is now obviously frustrated, "The sign says that they don't have P's at Sobeys!"
By this time we are walking through the parking lot, towards the front doors. I see now, that he is pointing to the multiple signs, plastered on the front of the store building.
"Oh, those Ps," I sigh and we begin to have a conversation about letters, symbols and rescue vehicles.
Why do so many of our conversations end with Rescue bots?
If I don't instantly respond to something he will keep repeating the question until an adequate answer is given.
"Mom! There's no P's at Sobeys?"
"Umm... Little Dragon, they probably sell peas in the store. We have half a frozen bag at home. You can have some later if you like," I explain to the lad.
"NO!" he is now obviously frustrated, "The sign says that they don't have P's at Sobeys!"
By this time we are walking through the parking lot, towards the front doors. I see now, that he is pointing to the multiple signs, plastered on the front of the store building.
"Oh, those Ps," I sigh and we begin to have a conversation about letters, symbols and rescue vehicles.
Why do so many of our conversations end with Rescue bots?
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