Tonight, we were reading "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Seuss, and the kid had some questions.
"What is a 'lurch'?"
"Why does this book say 'guy' when I'm actually a girl?" (Not much is cuter than hearing my 4-year-old say "actually"...or recognizing that I own a tiny feminist.)
"What is a 'slump'? Is it like being bummed?"
"Why is he moving a mountain?"
As you can see, it takes us a while to read a single Dr. Seuss book.
Anyway, nights like tonight, I catch myself explaining ideas to this kid. Tonight it was "climbing (figurative) mountains". I think, "Why are you doing this? She thinks you are talking crazy," But I just keep talking.
In my example, I explained that I have "mountains" and one of those mountains is being a good wife. Before I could even get into the "climb" of it all (because why else do we have children if not to have tiny therapists?), she said, "You know what I know? You are a great mom. That was a great mountain! Now let's go to sleep."
Ahh. It makes me wish I was four. But if I can't be four, I'm extra-super-delighted that THIS four-year-old is mine! Oh, the places this kid will go...