My wife sent me the following exchange via e-mail today, a conversation between herself and Ani, who’s three and not quite a half:
A lunchtime conversation:Ani: My ice cream is too cold to eat.Me: Well, you can wait and let it warm up, but it will melt.Ani: I can eat it when it’s melted.Me: Yes, but you might have to drink it through a straw. Ice cream is like Frosty the Snowman — it melts.Ani: Chocolate melts.Me: Yes. What else melts?Ani: I don’t know.Me: Does ice melt?Ani: Yes.Me: Do strawberries melt?Ani: No.Me: Do popsicles melt?Ani: Yes.Me: Do people melt?Ani (in that of-course-not-you’re-so-silly tone): No! (Then matter-of-factly): They die, though.
Smart kid. Wise, maybe. Just saying.
