Conversations
Miranda and I have interesting conversations on the walk home from school. Some days they're mundane, some days they're surprisingly complex and esoteric.
On the topic of numbers, I once again told Miranda that they don't end, they're infinite. This is not a concept she can easily accept, the idea that they don't end, they just go on forever.
Me: Well, they do. They never end. You can never stop counting them. It's not like the alphabet.
Miranda: Why aren't there just 26?
Me: What if you needed to count more than 26 of something?
Miranda (in an annoyed tone of voice): Well, you don't.
Another time she asked about Santa. She has done so previously and I think she's mostly worked it out, but it seems she was backtracking a bit.
Miranda: Is Santa real? Briely says Santa's not real, that it's your mum and dad.
Me: Well... what do you think?
Miranda [long pause]: I think she's using a metaphor.
Today she said something I found amusing and I said, smiling, "You're a funny little bub."
Miranda: I am not a funny bub.
Me: Yes, you are. You've always been.
Miranda: I am not.
Me: Yes, you are. You've been funny since you first learned to smile.
Miranda: I'm not funny!
Me: Yes, you are. Funny is good! You make people laugh, you make yourself laugh... Daddy and I are both funny.
Miranda: You're funny looking...
Me *bursts out laughing*: See? That was funny!
Miranda [says nothing, but smirks a bit to herself, and I can see that she's realised that maybe being funny is a good thing after all]
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