Children make such wonderful writing material.
My littlest daughter--she's three years old--came running out of her bedroom at the end of naptime wearing nothing but her diaper.
"Where's you clothes?" I said.
"I'm naked," she says, "because I'm a boy."
"You're a boy?"
"Yes, I'm a boy shine-shess."
"A boy shine-shess."
"And boy shine-shesses don't have clothes?"
And what may I ask is a boy shine-shess? A scientist. (If it wasn't for TJ, I wouldn't have figured it out.)
So why is it that boy scientists don't wear clothes? I have no idea. Beats me.
What goes on in children's heads? Hmm, I'd really like to know.