At school dismissal, some kids take private buses to their afternoon daycares, and in the end-of-day announcements the principal releases kids by bus. Dorothy asked me, "Are there just so many buses that they have to start making up crazy names for them?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "There's one bus called In His Arms," she explained.
"Wouldn't it be cool if I had an identical twin sister?" Dorothy asked. "We would do everything the same." "Well," I responded, "even if you had a twin, she would have different thoughts and feelings than you." Dorothy quickly countered, "What if I had a clone?"
I was painting Dorothy's nails which made me mention the roots of the terms mani- and pedi-. "So, a pedestrian is someone who walks on their feet," I finished. "Doesn't everyone walk on their feet?" Dorothy asked, deadpan.
Dorothy picked out a chapter book about mermaids from the school book fair. She started reading it on our drive home. "Don't read the whole thing tonight!" I cautioned. "You should take your time and savor it." "Mom," she said, "I can tell this is the kind of book I am going to read a few times."
At the pool, a chair fell over and nearly hit Willa. "We almost hurt Willa's life!" Dorothy exclaimed.