Anyone who has ever read a book to Miss G knows how difficult it is to finish the book without a debate or a "what if" statement. I am grateful for her curious mind but her questions are constant and exhausting. Most of the time her questions come right in the middle of your sentence. I pause, try to answer the question, wait a few seconds and try to continue. While reading Charlotte's Web yesterday, I started the same sentence 4 different times only to be interrupted by a question. "Why did Avery want to capture Charlotte? Why did Templeton want that egg? Why does Wilbur like manure? That's gross. What if Charlotte can't save Wilbur?"
Today we have been debating the Three Billy Goats Gruff. Miss G asked...
"Why did the billy goats want to go across the bridge?"She thought a moment, twirled around in a circle and said,
"They thought the grass was better on the other side."
"Wouldn't the grass be the same on both sides?"
"Ah...and now you've hit upon an age old, human conundrum."
"What?"
"I think the grass is the same on both sides but maybe they have eaten all the grass on their side."
"Why did the troll sink like a stone?"
"Maybe he couldn't swim."
"But Mommy...he lived UNDER the bridge."
"Oh...yes...so he did. Well...maybe when the biggest billy goat gruff hit him he killed him."
"Yeah....he killed him dead." As she wilted to the floor and rolled her eyes to the back of her head said, "and he sank like a stone...blub, blub."
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Just wanted to let you know how much I've enjoyed reading your blog. I jumped here from the Wittingshire blog and spent the last hour reading till the very beginning! You have a lovely family...I laughed and laughed at some of the stories. God bless you! :^)
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