Deep Thoughts from Kidsters

This morning, Leslie decided to sit in the front seat of the car. I told her that there is a rule that children under 12 must sit in the back seat so they can be safe. "So the people who made the law didn't want to be mean, they just wanted them to be safe?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"A long time ago mean people made a rule that Black people had to sit in the back of the bus, and they couldn't sit in the front. But maybe they just wanted them to be safe."
There's something to ask Rosa Parks!
The rules of oppression work differently when applied to children, it seems.

Leslie's art teacher taught about warm colors and cool colors. I told Leslie about ultra-violet and infared. "They're colors that humans can't see," I said.
"I think ultra-violet looks like see-through black, and infared looks like see-through white," Leslie theorized, which makes perfect sense to me.

Last weekend Richard and Suzanne invited us to come swim at a resort hotel where they were spending the weekend. As we rode in the elegant elevator, Leslie and Sabrina entertained the other passengers with their conversation.
"We get to go up in the alligator!" said Sabrina.
"It's an elevator, not an alligator. I try to tell Sabrina that it's called elevator, not alligator, but she doesn't remember."
"The alligator stopped!" replied Sabrina, unfazed.

I was tickling Sabrina at bedtime and told her, "I just want to eat you up!"
"You can't eat me," she replied logically.
"Why not?" I asked.
She examined herself. "Because I have hair and skin, see, and you can't eat that."