The optimism, it's spreading. This one is afflicted now.
I needed to vacuum the living room floor, but held off when Natalie stated so politely, "Well, it's possible that I might like to play on the floor, Mommy."
Possible?
"Where'd you learn how to use the word 'possible'?"
"Oh, you know, from you."
I stood a little taller and thought, "Well! Aren't I something."
I poured myself a big old glass of crushed ice, sparkling water, and lime juice and eavesdropped as Natalie played with her horses and vehicles. She set up a little town complete with streets and traffic lights, barns and hotels.
"Oh!" she said for her horse Polky, who is white with a smattering of black polka dots. "Stop light! It's red." And her horse-pulled toy carriage came to a halt. "Aaaand go light! It's green. Hold on to your hats, folks." And off the carriage went.
Why call a traffic light a "stop light" when we could just as simply call it a "go light"? That's Natalie's thinking.
get your motor running
watching the wheels
busted
so love
