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[rivka]

"Army ants are killers, right?" Alex asked eagerly. Ants were on her mind because she'd found some small ones in the pantry earlier. Her idea was that we should immediately go out and find an ant lion to deal with them, and she was taken aback when I said that I would rather have ants in my pantry than one of these. (Link not for the bug-phobic.)

She launched into a long story about some ants she'd seen on the big playground at school. "And Mr. C said 'those are red ants,' and I was thinking and thinking, and I thought they were army ants. I stayed back from the tree and I poked at them with a stick."

We suggested that army ants were unlikely to be found in Baltimore because the climate is so unfavorable. She was momentarily intrigued by that discussion, but she was also anxious to clarify exactly how she had reached her conclusion, and went on to explain with some urgency.

"I stopped a little back from the tree, and I folded my arms like this" - across her chest - "and a little cloud came out of my head, and I was thinking, 'Army ants!' And that's how I discovered they were army ants."

A little cloud came out of my head. That's a thought bubble, is what that is. She knows they were army ants because she intuited it in a thought bubble.

That's the kind of kid we have.

Comments

[melebeth]

That is awesome.

I literally shed tears of envy over Alex sometimes. I honestly do.

[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

How marvelous and how self-aware.

[journeywoman.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHA! That is hilarious.

[gtrout.livejournal.com]

This child may end up ruling the world someday. If we're lucky.

[wcg.livejournal.com]

Oh that's great.

[chargirlgenius.livejournal.com]

Three year olds are amazing little people, aren't they? Take your average three year old, add a touch (+) of brilliance, and I'd imagine you spend most of your time either rolling on the floor or fearing for your future. :-D

[kightp.livejournal.com]

I believe the phrase "embrace the power of and" applies.

[kip-w.livejournal.com]

Ah, I can almost see the thought balloon.

It's like the time I watched Bambi in a theater, and I was behind a kid who was four or five years old, who said everything that came into his head. I decided I could be annoyed or I could enjoy the open window into his mind.

When the hunters fired, and Bambi got away, he asked his mother where Bambi's mom was. "She got shot," she said. "No she didn't." Not long after, we see Bambi all grown up. "There's his mother," said the child. "No, that's Bambi." "No it isn't."

I was with the kid on that one. That wasn't Bambi.