The same
four-year-old from next door (mentioned
in this post) gave me the highlight of the week, again. Call these our philosophical
back-yard neighborly chats.
Four-year-old: “Auntie Mirka! Auntie Mirka!”
(Our neighbors
are of Indian origins, so every non-related adult gets to be “Uncle” or “Auntie”)
Me: “Hi there!”
Four-year-old:
“What are you doing?”
Me: “What do you think I’m doing?”
Four
year-old: “Cleaning the yard?”
Me: “Good guess. What are you doing?”
Four
year-old: “Me too. I’m cleaning the yard.”
Me: “That’s good.”
Four-year-old:
“Auntie Mirka! Auntie Mirka!”
Me: “Yes?”
Four-year-old:
“why do I always want to talk to you?”
I’m left
speechless. But I admit it’s a great question.
