Clement: "Daddy, if you were stuck on a roof, how would you get down?"
Me: "I would call for help."
Clement: "But nobody would hear you."
Me: "Well, then I would be stuck."
Clement: "But you could fly down."
Me: "I'm not a bird. I don't have wings."
Clement: "Then make some."
Me: "With what?"
Clement: "Paper."
Me: "But I wouldn't have any paper up on the roof."
Clement: "Then you should bring some up with you."
Logical to the end. I am now inspired to carry paper with me everywhere - you never know when you will need to be able to fly.
ReplyDeleteCute! I look forward to the coming days when Peter starts talking! :-)
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