Conversations with a 4 year old

Audrey: Mom, what color is your tummy inside?
Mom: Pink
Audrey: What's inside the pink?
Mom: More pink.
Audrey: What's in YOUR tummy?
Mom: Food.
Audrey: What else?
Mom: Uh, muscles and cells.
Audrey: What are those?
Mom: Oh, the muscles are made of muscle cells and the cells are made up of mitochondria and ribosomes... blah, blah, high school human physiology class memories...
Audrey: I wish I could be inside your tummy again so I could see what it's like.
Mom: !!! Oh, really? You're too big to fit in my tummy.
Audrey: Well, I could fold up my knees.
Mom: No, you're too big. That would hurt mommy.
Audrey: I wouldn't do anything, I'd just look...
Mom: Oh, OK then (with irony). How would you get in there?
Audrey: I don't know, maybe I could crawl in your mouth.
Mom: (Once again) I think that would hurt mommy!
Audrey: Why?

Oh, Dora, I know just how you feel...

After a long day I put my girls to bed and entered the kitchen to survey the damage. There under the high chair I found Dora, face down, her explorations momentarily abandoned, looking as pathetic, exhausted and bedraggled as I felt. Probably the first time I've ever felt any kind of kinship with Dora. It was a very amusing moment. MBS

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