As we piled into the car last night around 7:30 PM after a nap that didn’t end until nearly six o’clock, I decided to take a moment to clean out the most recent assembly of crumbs that had accumulated on the floor in front of Edgar’s car seat. There were day-old (or, maybe, let’s face it, three-day-old) Cheez-Its and Goldfish crackers and a few frozen pellets previously known as raisins that I gathered and tossed into the street.
Oscar watched with interest, wheels obviously spinning, and the following conversation ensued:
Oscar: Mom, what are you doing?
Me: Sprinkling some treats on the ground for the birds and squirrels.
Oscar: (Without a pause) Birds and squirrels are diurnal, not nocturnal. They will not be able to eat those snacks. They’re sleeping.
Me: (After a nice throat-clearing) Well, then, perhaps they can have the snacks in the morning when they wake up.
Oscar: By then everything will be frozen. They won’t enjoy it.
Logical? Of course.
Correct? Most definitely.
Disarming? Oh, boy . . . you bet.
Gold Can Stay 