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War and flowers

Driving to the farm today. Passing the statue downtown and the flags on the pole.

Little J: Mommy tell me again who those persons on the black flag are.

Me: It represents prisoners of war.

Little J: I forgot, why do bad guy take them?

Me: In war both sides capture soldiers so they can use them in negotiations.

Little J: What is negotions?

Me: Negotiations. It is when you have something and you make the other side do things you want them to in exchange for what you have. Like me offering you cookies for dessert if you eat your dinner.

Little J: I see. So how do you negotiate with prisoners?

Me: They release our soldiers if we meet their demands. Like give them back a territory we are fighting for or return some of their soldiers.

Little J: Why do people fight in war?

Me: Because they cannot agree on things. Like who should be in charge or who does the land belong to.

Little J: Why do we fight about land? There is so much of it.

Me: There is usually something special about that land. It might be rich with oil or coal. Or things grow on it.

Little J: Like carrots? Or berries? Maybe blueberries or raspberries or blackberries? Or maybe daisies?

Me: I don’t think there has been a war about daisies yet son. But I think it is silly to fight, no matter what the reason.

Little J: Why do people fight?

Me: Because they don’t agree about something. Just like you and I don’t, lots of times. But unlike us, they cannot let go and fight for so long they start wars.

Little J: That’s silly. I really think they should change. Will people change?

Me: Not sure. I hope so. But it takes time. Maybe some day, maybe never. That’s life.

Little J: I thought life is a highway?

And just like that my boy made me laugh to tears.
I hope all you grown ups out there are listening and stop fighting about daisies.

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Blue Horse

Hiking up the mountain on Sunday.

Me: So if you could choose any horse for yourself, what color would it be?

Little J: Blue.

Me: There are no blue horses.

Little J: You said any color.

Me: Any horse color.

Little J: Ah, now I get it. That’s boring. Can I choose a blue eighteen wheeler?

Me: Truck is not a horse.

Little J: No, it’s not. I like trucks. OK, brown.

Me: Like Vizon?

Little J: Yep. Why is he brown?

Me: Cause his parents passed it on to him.

Little J: You mean they chose it for him?

Me: No, I have brown eyes, so you have brown eyes.

Little J: Oh, now I get it. Mommy horse ate a lot of hay, then pooped it and baby horse came out brown. What should we feed my horse to get a blue one?

And that my friends is my first lesson about birds and bees.
Take your kid out for a walk, you never know what you might learn…

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My job

Until recently Little J wanted to be an architect. He changed his mind and is hoping to drive a garbage truck when he grows up.

He was asking me this afternoon what exactly Daddy does.

I tried my best to explain, but we settled on going to an office and wearing a uniform.

Then it was my turn.

Little J: Mommy what is your job?

Me: I take care of you.

Little J: No, I mean like Daddy. Do you have a job too?

Me: Sure, you know what I do. You’ve come with me before to a shoot.

Little J: I don’t remember.

Me: I can give you a clue.

Little J: OK.

Me: I have two cameras.

Little J: Oh, now I know. You spend money.

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