I bring to you a recent dialogue with the older child.
Betsy: (Out of the blue) Mom, how do the police know if you're a kid?
Me: I don't know. Can you tell the difference between kids and grown-ups?
Betsy: Yeah.
Me: So, that's probably how they can tell. (Pause) Why do you ask?
Betsy: Like if you're driving a car, how could they tell if you're a kid.
Me: Oh. Well (a long explanation about how you need a LICENSE and how you have to be AT LEAST sixteen years old and how kids ABSOLUTELY should not be driving cars as they will be caught immediately).
Betsy: (Disappointed) Okay.
And then a snippet from another conversation, about going to school.
Betsy: But I have to go to school, so I can learn how to be what I want to be when I grow up.
Me: That's right.
Betsy: (Pause) But I could almost be a police. (Pause) I just have to learn how to drive a car more correctly.
Yes, now that she has mastered riding a bike (and by "mastered" I mean "uses the brakes instead of dragging her shoes some of the time") she is apparently contemplating moving on to other forms of transportation.
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