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. #