Shapes And Figments

Children have the most interesting perspectives, don't they?

Yesterday, the wee ones and I were playing in a pool. We had a little yellow koosh-like ball (remember those?) that we were throwing back and forth and generally randomly playing with. It was -- pun intended -- all fun and games.

The new game became keep away somehow. Little Miss was very upset that she didn't have the ball and insisted that I had hidden it. I showed her my hands to prove that I didn't have it. She shook her head angrily and insisted I did.

Right there! You have it there! she insisted.

No, Sweetie, I replied.

She didn't believe me and reached out to pat at my chest. Convinced, she started remonstrating me that yes, I'd hidden the ball right there. She could feel it, see? It was proof. She started to the try to grab it out of my suit, at which point I held her firmly away from me.

Pumpkin, that isn't the ball we were playing with. That's part of Mommy's body. See, the ball is over here? Do you see it? And look, those lumps are still there. That wasn't the ball.

Mollified, she took the proferred ball.

And proceeded to stick it down the front of her swimsuit, parading around announcing that she looked just like Mommy. Great.