On the way home from his preschool group today, Ian asked: 'Mom, why can't we be toys?' His question surprised me. I asked: 'What kind of toy would you want to be?' Ian: 'A rocket ship.' 'Why would you want to be a rocket ship toy?' 'So kids would play with me.' 'How would they play with you?' 'They would pick me up and fly me around.' OK... 'Mom, I don't ever want to die.' 'Why not?' 'I would really miss living.'
Talking about random conversations...
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