Thursday, November 06, 2014
Time Travel with a Ten Year Old
The Girl has a bit of the philosopher in her. Sometimes it catches me off-guard.
The Girl and I, driving home from some errands last night:
TG: I wonder why we find animals cute. I mean, back in caveman times, furry things could attack us!
Me: That’s true…
TG Finding a leopard cub cute could mean getting attacked!
Me: Yes, it could.
TG: There’s a difference between cute and pretty. Puppies are cute, but they aren’t usually pretty.
TG: And butterflies are pretty, but they aren’t really cute.
Me: That’s true. I’ve seen sunsets that were pretty, but I’ve never called one cute.
TG: You know, if someone from hundreds of years ago overheard us, he’d be like, “you must have a lot of time on your hands to talk about what’s pretty and what’s cute.”
TG: He’d be like, “I spend all day chopping wood to survive! And you get to talk about puppies and kittens!”
TG: I wonder what someone from the 1800’s would like the most if he suddenly appeared here. Maybe television. They’d think it was magic!
Me: Or cars.
TG: Or airplanes!
Me: It depends on who it is, too. Like if it was a woman, she’d be excited that she could wear pants in public.
TG: And vote!
Me: And own property, and have her own job.
TG: Yeah, it must have stunk for women back then. I bet she wouldn’t want to go back!
Me: Probably not.
TG: And we can play Minecraft on the computer! They didn’t have Minecraft back then.