Earlier this week I was outside waiting for the bus with Carter. I normally don’t wait for the bus in the morning for three important reasons. First, there are days when I’m still sleeping when the bus arrives. Second, if I am awake, there is a very good chance that I am still in my pajamas (and I know there are some moms out there that have no problem waiting outside in their pajamas with their hair all over the place. I’m not one of them. This is Carter’s first year in school….I still want to look good. I’m sure by the time that Cooper’s in 4K I’ll be out there in my bathrobe and slippers). And finally, I have to wait for the bus to get home every day, and I watch for it from about 11:30-11:50, so the way I see it, Tim can wait outside in the morning for the bus.
But for whatever reason, on Tuesday I was outside waiting for the bus. Carter was getting a little bored and was picking some stuff off of one of our trees (which drives me nuts!), and I asked him to stop. When he asked why I responded, “Well Carter, trees are alive just like fruits and vegetables are alive before we pick them, and when you pull things off of the tree it hurts the tree.”
Carter didn’t believe a word. “MOOOOM, trees and plants aren’t ALIVE!! Cars and rocks are alive.” I tried explaining to Carter that rocks are not alive. They don’t move, eat, breath….they aren’t alive.
“Mom, rocks are alive, come and see.” Carter took me over to our front walk and showed me a rock.
"See Mom, this rock is ALIVE....it has a face!"
And let me tell you, there is NO WAY you can win an argument with a 4 year old over a rock being alive/not alive when the rock has a face!
