Listening to the news this lunchtime, Big wanted to know what bombs were. She was unimpressed with the answer – that they are weapons that blow things up.
‘But that could hurt ppl’.
‘That’s the idea. That’s what ppl make them for.’
‘But why?’
‘Well, perhaps they are fighting.’
‘Grownups aren’t allowed to fight.’
‘When they’re grownups,’ said Tim, ‘there isn’t always anyone to stop them.’
We continued through a discussion of why grownups might fight – it isn’t so different in some cases to that of toddlers fighting over a toy. She thinks it all sounds very wrong, and doesn’t understand that why there isn’t a law about it. Would be nice if there were really. Now the discussion has spun off into what other laws there are, and economics (why we use money rather than just trading direct), and they’ve wandered off to play babies again.
That hasn’t been the sum total of the day, fortunately. I had a nice lie in and breakfast in bed, and Big is practising being a mummy, which requires much questioning on me as to how stuff works. I suppose this is information she should just be picking up by being in an extended family with babies about, but unfortunately we aren’t living that way. I understand that she helps with the babies in the baby room at school, so I guess she’ll get some info there.
We’ve done some more playthinks
, including one about height, weight and volume which I think went a little beyond current understanding 😉 and we’re plotting more crafting. I want to go through the house and gather together the bits that she needs for various gifts she wants to make, and make a list of the other things we need, so that at some point we can pop into hobbycraft, or I can actually do an online order with someone and get the extra bits. I’d also like to …. remember what I was going to type at the end of this sentence before I got interrupted to be a referee 🙁
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