As I've mentioned before, Son loves rules. Not the kind he has to follow, but the kind that the world has to follow. Like gravity. Anything that provides a schema for how the world works--whether it be Santa Claus or kangaroos whose parameters we're defining--is good by him. And like all inquiring minds, he likes to intuit or extrapolate rules from what he sees. Which makes for some pretty fabulous science thrown around at our house.
"The captains of pirates always have hooks. Every captain has a hook."
Warnings and Judgments
"Smoke is dangerous for everyone. But some people just do it. Some people just put smoke on a stick."
Mastery of Knowledge
[fondling a bag of Cheetos, which he has been forbidden to sample until finishing his dinner] "I love Cheetahs. Cheetahs are dessert. They're not food."
But deductively, are they necessarily thus dessert? A ponderable question...
Tests of Mama's Hypotheses, which always involve rigorous application of the Scientific Method.
Me: "No jumping on the bed, please."
Me: [sharply] "SON!"
Him: bounce...bounce...bounce...leaping bounce off bed...two-foot landing with hands triumphant in the air. "See. I didn't break my head."
We spend so much time teaching. Yet for all the definitions I offer, all the ways I try to stimulate their minds with creative, thoughtful, engaging topics, there are these moments of hilarious clarity. What can one possibly say in response to a conclusion so carefully drawn from experience and experiment? I am left speechless in the face of preschool science.