Overheard this evening:
5 year-old son (5): “I would like to tie 18 balloons to my winkie and float into the sky.”
My husband (Dad): “Would you really want to be dragged up into the sky by your winkie????”
Dad: “What if it fell off?”
5: “Well, then I wouldn’t be able to pee.”
Dad: “Well, I guess we all get dragged through life by our winkies.”
5: “If it fell off, I wouldn’t be able to think!”
I learned two things from this conversation:
1) My 5 year-old has life figured out already!
2) It is no wonder that my brain cells are dying off one by one.