Interesting connections: The way a four-year-old’s mind works continues to fascinate me.
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Megan Fisher
With the onset of winter — and plenty of rain — this week, I have been reminded of the simple outlook children have on life.
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Any time the front door opens and there’s a hint of wet weather, my eldest daughter, Eden, 4, yells “puddles”, and off she goes to splash around to her heart’s desire.
The matter-of-fact conclusion drawn by her whenever she sees dark clouds roll in is an easy train of thought to follow — clouds mean rain, rain means puddles and puddles mean plenty of fun.
She doesn’t mind the muddy clothes afterwards, or the chill that sets in at this time of year — she’s only interested in the here and now of the puddle pay-off.
Her mind is not always such an open book though.
We went for a stroll to the shops at the weekend, and on our way back home Eden stopped to pluck a flower (weed) from the dirt to give to her mum.
After sniffing it though, she offered it to me — “smell this, Dad, it smells like poo”.
Laughing, I mused that it might have been a bee or similar insect that landed on the flower and disturbed its scent when collecting its pollen.
What came out of her mouth next almost floored me.
“Well bees make honey and honey smells nice, so maybe they took the smell from the flower and put it in the honey,” she quipped.
Sounds like a budding apiarist in the making to me.
No doom and gloom here: Rain means puddles and puddles mean fun, according to my daughter.
Photo by
Megan Fisher
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