Driving to preschool today:
SYLVIA: Mama, I see the sun!
ME: Yep, there it is.
SYLVIA: It’s followin’ us!
ME: (feigning interest) Is it?
SYLVIA: Yeah, lookit! Ober dere! Maybe I fink it wants a playdate.
ME: (pause) A what now?
SYLVIA: The SUN wants a PLAYDATE wif SYBIA.
ME: Well, that would be pretty interesting. What do you think you’d do on a playdate with the sun?
SYLVIA: (thinking) Mmmm … the sun can’t talk.
ME: No, the sun can’t talk, that’s true.
SYLVIA: Yeah, it gots no face.
ME: Right, it’s not like the sun on Teletubbies. No face, no way to talk.
SYLVIA: I luuuuuub dat baby-in-the-sun.
ME: I know you do, honey. You love all kinds of babies.
SYLVIA: Maybe I can have a playdate wif a BABY.
ME: That sounds more doable, yeah.