Thursday, May 20, 2010
I had a brief, but interesting and uplifting conversation with 5-year old grandson Max today. Here it is, pretty well word for word. I'll set the stage for you first. It was 12:10 pm and Max and I were heading out to get him to Kindergarten. It was a drizzly, misty day. Max looked down the street and said:
Max: It looks fuzzy down there.
Me: Yes, it's foggy today.
Max: What's fog?
Me: It's a cloud that is just about sitting on the ground. (He's too young to understand a detailed meteorological explanation, which I'm not too sure of anyway).
Me (getting into the car and pointing to the tiny raindrops on the windshield): Clouds are made up of tiny particles of water.
Max: I didn't know that. -pause- I guess old people really are smart!
He made my day...except for the part about being called old.
Posted by Pat MacKenzie at 11:39 PM