and other various musings of my four-year-old son...
As I drove my daughter to work this afternoon this comment is yelled from the back seat: "That store's a RIP OFF!!"
I laughed. "What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Well... they put that shirt up on a hanger outside the store!"
It still wasn't computing with me. "Noah, do you even know what a rip-off is?"
"It's when they try to trick you into coming into the store to buy something... and all they want is cash!"
Ok... so maybe it's not the technical definition, but not bad for a four-year-old, I guess. LOL. Me thinks the kid's been watching WAY too much Spongebob Squarepants.
We dropped Jessica off and started driving home. Out of nowhere he asks, "Why do they call it midnight?"
Aha... I've got that one covered. I'm all over it. "Because it comes in the middle of the night, I guess."
"Well why don't they call it 'middle night?'"
I told him that was a good question. A few minutes of silence and then he decided he had an answer. "I know why they don't call it 'middle night'... it's cuz that's a silly name for it. 'Midnight' is much better." Problem solved.
If only life were that simple.