one thing I learned watching my dad go through Mom's pictures before her funeral: you know how women stereotypically hate certain kinds of candid photos of themselves? turns out the men who love us aren't kidding when they say they love those pictures
if you line up all of the "Princess Movies," from Snow White to Moana, you can identify the specific five-year period in which everybody at Disney started going to some very specific types of therapists
4yo: "do you like my picture? it's a sad monster. he is sad because there is fire and no firefighters and he thinks he is going to die. do you know WHY there aren't any firefighters?"
me: "tell me"
4yo, conspiratorially: "because I don't know how to draw them."
famous: well-known for Good reasons
infamous: well-known for Bad reasons
therefore
flammable: catches on fire for Good reasons
inflammable: catches on fire for Bad reasons
wait do kids actually have a natural affinity for language learning, or is it just that almost no adult gets to spend 2-5 years in a total immersion environment for their language of choice, one in which every single native speaker around them adores them and their efforts by
there's an open-to-the-public meeting with the city planner to talk about what parents with kids want from the park down the street from my house
it's in twenty minutes and I'm gonna go
4yo, gravely: "mommy, since you are pregnant, would you like to have a craving?"
me: "haha I don't have any cravings right now but thank you"
4yo: "well...all right...maybe later then..."