Conversations with a 4-year-old

A friend of mine told me that 4 is a gift for surviving 3...and our little respite before the whole "school years" start.  I am enjoying the hell out of my 4 year old.  It's not always sunshine-y, but most of the time I am filled with wonder at his growing body, his expanding mind, his interesting sense of justice, and his voluminous curiosity.  His ideas often make me think, I mean, REALLY think.  And sometimes I have to admit, I just don't know.


Him: Mama?

Me: Yes

H: What do you do if you have an emergency in the middle of the night?

M: Call 911.

H: Have you ever had an emergency in the middle of the night?

M: Yes, when you were trying to come out of my tummy.

H: Did you have to dial 911-send?

M: Nope, I just woke up daddy and he drove me to the hospital.

H: Oh my gosh was the hospital even OPEN?  How did they know you had an emergency??

M: The hospital is always open!

H: Can they close when no one is having an emergency?

M: Nope, they stay open to take care of sick people, people having babies, and just in case someone has an emergency.

H: So will the hospital stay open forever, and ever, and ever, and ever until the earth is dead?

M: Um...sure.

H: OH MY GOSH!  Can the Earth DIE?!


Oh boy...This is a tricky one, but I love this kid.

Appreciate something small today!
-Daisy