Devon Visiting
I have had my almost-six-years old grand-daughter Devon over for the last two nights, and it has been a delight to hear some of her comments. For example.
1. She picked up a tiny book we have and read its title: Romeo and Juliet. “Oh, my mommy showed me the movie of Romeo and Juliet,” she declared. “It’s about this boy and girl whose family are enemies, but they fall in love. Then she pretends to be dead, but she’s just asleep, and when he sees she’s dead he kills himself and then she wakes up and sees him dead and kills herself. So you can see, it’s very serious.”
2. While playing Cinderella in the back garden: “I may not have a dress to wear to go to the ball, but I have a bank card that my father left me when he died so I can get money and buy a dress. Or, I can plant a twig and when it grows it’s the kind of tree that gives you whatever you want when you ask it, and I’ll ask for a dress and it’ll throw it down to me.”
3. Also: “Why can’t Cinderella just take a taxi to the ball? Or a bus?”
4. When watching a DVD about a mermaid: “I guess mermaids don’t pee or poo, because they don’t have bums, just tails. And that’s a fact. It’s not just an opinion. My teacher told me the difference.”
It’s been fun, Devon.
