August 24, 2006

• While drawing with chalk on our driveway I began to converse with my little brother.  The logic of a child can seem so rational, and yet funny where they deviate from the correct thinking.  Paul is nine years old.  Observe:

  
  

  Philip:  Hey, Paul, guess how I cut my finger.
  Paul:  How?
  Philip:   I cut it on a soap dispenser.
  Paul:   Uh…what’s a soap ex-penser?
  Philip:   It’s where soap comes from.
  Paul:   (not understanding what a soap dispenser is) Where does soap come from?
  Philip:   I think it comes from sharks.
  Paul:   Woh…are they alive when they get it from them?
  Philip:  Haha, no, they are dead. 
  Paul:  Oh, ok.  So you cut your finger on the shark’s tooth, then?   

  
  

  (At this moment in the conversation I stopped drawing on the sidewalk and paused to think about the logical connection he had just been making.  It was simply wonderful.)

  
  

  Philip:  Um, Paul … I cut my finger on a soap dispenser, they’re the things you press on to get the soap from when you wash your hands.
  Paul:  Ohh.
  Philip:  Yeah, haha. 

  
  

  Goodnight to you all. 

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