Out of the blue

Boy wanted to know why the air isn't coloured.

I pondered this a moment, then proposed that it would  make it pretty hard to see things if it weren't transparent. He agreed. "We'd just keep bumping into things!"

"Yes, so isn't it good that it's not coloured?" Well, actually, no.... he wants it blue.

He ran off to get his Blue-enator and some super-duper dye to fix this problem.

Stay tuned....

The Thinker

Boy just had me sit down on the couch to think about what I'd done. "No, don't get up. You have to stay right there when I leave. Just sit down and think about what you've done."

I protest - "But I don't know what I've done, what are you talking about. Why are we doing this?"

"You just know mummy, so just think about it. And then go hmmmmm*."

He returns. "Now, what did you do?"

I still don't know.

"Hmmmmm. I'm going back over there to think about what you did. Hmmmmm."

I must admit, being on the receiving end has left me a bit perplexed about this discipline technique! I asked Boy to explain it to me - how can I think about what I did if he won't tell me what it's about?

"Well, mummy, that's just what thinking is all about."


* I have the strangest feeling that his school teacher hmmms a lot....