Afraid. 

A series of questions, posed to me as I was waking up this morning:

“Why are mice afraid of cats? They’re so cute.”

“Are all cats afraid of dogs?”

“Would our dog be afraid of a lion?”

“Would a lion be afraid of an elephant?”

“Would an elephant be afraid of a dinosaur?” 

“Would a dinosaur be afraid of thunder?”

Fun. 

Rooby: Don’t copy me!

D: Here, why don’t you copy me? [Puts his finger on his nose]

Rooby: [glares at him, shakes her head, turns back to Team Umizoomi]

D: Just trying to have some fun. Rooby doesn’t want to have fun. 

Me: She’s anti-fun. 

Rooby: I’m already having fun.

Herbivores. 

Our dinner guest is telling Rooby about mastodons, how they were like big shaggy elephants.

Rooby: But are they not nice? What if we saw one?

Me: We won’t. But they’re not scary. Just big, like elephants.

D: They’re herbivores. Do you remember what that is?

Rooby: Yes, but what if they think we’re plants??

Dream. 

Dreamt I was the production manager for something called “Jeri Johnson’s Dustbin of History,” in which there was a literal “dustbin of history” and every week Jeri would retrieve something from it and discuss it with guests.

Pizza Day. 

Me, wondering whether I should pay for Rooby to participate in weekly Pizza Day at school: Rooby, do your friends eat pizza on Pizza Day, and do you want to eat pizza too?

Rooby: Well, on Wednesday we have Pizza Day, and after that we have Chocolate Milk Day. 

Me: And do a lot of your friends have pizza and chocolate milk on those days?

Rooby: Yes, but not me, because we don’t celebrate those days. 

Fort. 

Rooby: Baba, you’re not making the kind of fort I want to make. Are you making the kind of fort I like or the kind of fort YOU like? Well, I kind of like this kind of fort…. I now like two kinds of forts: one with two chairs and one with three chairs.

D: Should we come up with names for the different kinds?

Rooby: Yes. This kind is called “Ardea Herodias.” The kind with two chairs we will call a “tent.”