So it’s 10:15, she’s been in bed for an hour and a half. I go in to check on her, and…
“Emma, you’re supposed to be asleep!”
“I’m reading about Curious George making pancakes, she informs me. “And taking a nap!”
I gently correct her. “Emma, you’re not asleep, your eyes have to be closed to be asleep. To bed!”
I go to leave, and she asks “Dad? Can I keep one eye open?”
Emma at the Zilker Kite Festival today
Some HDR and B&W goodness. Or badness, depending on your point of view.
Nothing fancy here. Just a little boost to the saturation and some judicious cropping.
She likes to take books to bed to “read.” Well, tonight she fell asleep while “reading” her book, “Hand, Hand, Fingers, ZZZzzzzzzzzzz”
In the car today, she asks, “Why are we real?”
I suggested that Descartes would say that we’re real because we think.
“What would day-cart say?”
“I think, because I am,” I replied.
“Why do we, why do we, why do we, why do we fink?” she asked.
“Because we have a brain. Inside our head,” I said.
“Why do we have a brain inside our head?”
Hrm. I liked her existential question better.
A bit later she informs me she doesn’t have a brain in her head, because she’s dressed as Eeyore.