I am shuffling around the kitchen, making coffee, when my pajama-clad son bounds in.
“Good morning!” I cry. “Do you want some breakfast?”
“Yes,” he says.
“What would you say to a waffle?”
He thinks for a long moment and then replies, “hello”.
6 thoughts to “Literalism”
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Longtime dy readers will remember this post from the archives. It will be my one and only instance of self-plagiarism, but I can never resist an opportunity to tell this story.
I miss your posts about your son. I have a boy the same age and that is why I first started reading your blog.
Very good. I just read to the earliest of the new posts. I’m looking forward to this.
Can I get your son to come work on proposals? Most people can’t answer the question that was asked to save their lives.
:grin: literal thinkers are so awesome, it challenges my perspective on the world.
We are turning our lounge room into a library and my 8yo is very upset about it. We sat down to try and work out exactly what was bothering her. Turns out it isn’t all the furniture moving (eek change) so much as the thought of strangers coming to the house to borrow books from our library. I hadn’t even thought of her literal interpretation of ‘library’. Explained it is a personal library.
Forgiven because this story is so awesome. ;)
Thank you for giving us this window into your relationship. It is a privilege to get these glimpses.