From the Mouth of Babes

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 what?"

"A boy shine-shess."

"And boy shine-shesses don't have clothes?"

"Yes."

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.