rivka

Leaving the library:

Alex: I want to read "Ramona and Her Father" in the car on the way home.
Me: No, honey, I need to keep my eyes on the road.
Alex: I could just listen, and you could hand it to me when there was a picture.
Me: But I can't read it because I can't look at the words. I need to watch where I'm driving.
Alex: A chameleon could do it.
Me: (Is nonplussed, until I remember a nonfiction book about chameleons we got a couple of months ago.) Oh, right! Because a chameleon can look one way with one eye, and the other way with the other eye. People can't do that.
Alex: Maybe we should get a chameleon for a pet.
Me: And then the chameleon could drive and read to you at the same time?
Alex: We should get a chameleon that's ninety years old... (I know how Alex's mind works: This is so the chameleon will be old enough to sit in the front seat.)
Me: ...and knows how to read. That might be tricky.
Alex: I think we need an *unusual* chameleon.