Pangea 


 

This evening in her nightly attempt to prolong bedtime as long as humanly possible, D dropped this one on me.

"Mama, I think god should make the earth back to Pangea."

me: why?

"Well, for one thing, Daddy could drive to Taiwan."

me: ah, yes.

"And if we were all touching, maybe everyone would get along."
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One shouldn't have to look up Pangea on the internet after telling a 4 year old a bedtime story. She's obsessed with Dinosaurs and extinction right now. Every time we hear a story about the war in Iraq on the radio (NPR overdose in this family,) she becomes convinced that god is going to make all the humans extinct. We get into all sorts of conversations that I really thought I'd have at least 10 more years to prepare myself for. War, Death, Right & Wrong, Politics. I don't have any of the answers. She has lots of questions.

Oh for the days of "Mommy, why doesn't Daddy have a vagina?" At the time, I thought that was a tricky question. Nope, I just didn't know how easy I had it.

Gondwanaland, anyone? (Yes, D knows that one too. Look it up.) 

Posted: Mon - November 8, 2004 at 09:39 PM          

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