Kiss My Knits!

Tonight at about 8:30, just as daylight is fading, my daughter gets out of bed and opens her door. She’s holding a tiny book of funny things kids say, like you’d pick up at the register of a bookstore, titled “What We’ve Learned So Far.” And what’s so urgent as to pull her out of bed?

“Mom, what’s ‘dissect’?”

My daughter was reading in bed until the last possible minute and got up to ask me what “dissect” meant. I love it.

(Context was: “Never dissect something in science before you eat lunch.”)

The hubby took our daughter to his workplace, and they looked out the 3rd floor window at a big construction site across the road. They’ve excavated down several stories in preparation for putting in a huge underground parking garage. The pit is very, very large.

Hubby: Look at that great big hole!
Daughter, matter-of-factly: It’s for putting someone in.

Either that’s one big person, or that’s somebody you really don’t want to get out.