Thursday, April 08, 2010
How Did We Get There from Here?
The strangest thing about this conversation is that it all took place very seriously, almost as if it were.......logical.
Chris: Girls were made out of bone; boys were made out of dirt. Guess that's why girls play with bones and boys play with dirt.
Me: Girls play with bones?
Me: I've never seen girls playing with bones.
Chris: Well, they do.
Me: Have you ever seen a girl playing with a bone?
Chris: No, but you played with bones when you were little. You just don't remember it.
Me: I don't think so.
Chris: Well, they play with fake ones.
Me: What do fake bones look like?
Chris: Oh, some are blue, some are flue, and some are clue.
Chris: Well, anyway, I'll bet a girl would take a bone from a dog.
Me: I doubt that!
Chris: A dog would take a bone from a girl!
Me: Now, that I believe!
Chris (triumphantly): So the girl DID have the bone. You just proved it yourself!
Me (completely dazed): I have nothing left to say.
(And if that wasn't the Cheshire cat grinning at me, then I'm not Alice.)