Ella had a busy day yesterday. I interrupted chatting to our visitors to tell her it was time to read books. The argument that followed went something like this:
Me – Time to read books, Ella. Can you please go and choose 3 books and we’ll read them here.
Ella – I don’t want to read books yet. I want to play a bit longer.
Me – Sorry sweetie, it’s way past your bedtime, you can play more tomorrow, but now we are going to read books.
Ella – No, I want to play!
Me – Well, if you don’t go and choose books now, you’ll have to go to bed without books.
Ella – I’m hungry. What can I eat?
Me – All I have is the bread we had yesterday. Do you want some of that?
Ella – Yes, I want that!
Me – But you’ll have to eat it while we read books then.
Ella – No, I want to eat first and then read books.
Me – No, you’ll take way too long to eat and it’s very late already. Either eat while we read or don’t eat at all.
Ella – I don’t want to eat.
Me – Ok.
Ella – But I am right!
Me – Sure.
Ella – I’ll go and choose books now.
I remarked to my visitors that this child would grow up to become a politician for sure.
We read books which suddenly made her so sleepy that she even admitted to being tired. A first. Even too tired to give cuddles, she told me. However, not tired enough to pass on our usual bedtime chat.
This time she wanted to know:
Ella – Mum, when is it going to be the end of the world?
Me – Do you mean the end of the day? (She’s mixed these up before) This day will end at midnight, in about 4 hours.
Ella – No, I want to know when is going to be the end of the world.
Me – Errr, the world is going to end a long, long, long time after we have died.
Ella – But when?
Me – No one knows when. We cannot know.
Ella – But I think about that, you know.
Me – Why don’t you think about something happy now?
Ella – I’ll think about who’s going to come to my birthday party.
Upon my return to the loungeroom I informed my visitors that this child would grow up to become a philosopher for sure.