So my girls are at dance class last night and I’m driving around doing errands with my son, who is 4. (Sorry I always feel the need to mention that but you never know when somebody’s reading for the first time ;)). Anyway, I’m waiting at a red light to take a left, when I see an ambulance coming in my rear view mirror. “Daddy has to get out of the way of the ambulance,” I say.
“Where is the ambulance going?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say, “Maybe somebody is hurt.”
“Is it coming to me?” he asks.
“No,” I say, “You’re not hurt. It’s not coming to you.”
“Not to me,” he says. “Hey, to me or not to me!”
“That is the question,” I finish.
“No Daddy,” he corrects me, “I didn’t say to *be* or not to *be*, I’m saying to *me* or not to *me*. It only *sounds* like Shakespeare.”
I don’t want my children to grow up too fast, of course, but man I can’t wait until they actually get to study this stuff for real. I’m dying to see how it turns out.
Too cute! My son, who just turned eleven, drew me a picture earlier this school year with a very well-drawn duck on it. Underneath the duck, he wrote, "To be or not to be, that is the quacktion." I, at least, thought it was adorable. It is displayed in my classroom. (And I don't even teach Hamlet–I prefer Macbeth!)
…that's so cute ^^