We went to dinner at an Indian restaurant, a first for these kids. R, my nephew, E, his dad, and I had this conversation:
R: What is Indian food?
E: It's food that people that Indian people eat.
R: What are Indian people?
E: People who live in India.
R: Am I Indian?
E: No because you live in Tampa.
R: How did you meet people from India?
Me: Aunt K's family is from India.
R (holding his chicken appetizer): Is this what Indian people eat?
Me: Some Indian people eat that.
R: Why only some Indian people?
Me: Well, some Indian people eat meat and some don't.
R: Why only some Indian people eat meat?
Me: Because of their religion, some Indian people eat meat and some don't.
R (looking to K): Do you eat meat?
K: No
Two days later while riding on an elevator:
R: Do Indian people eat meat?
Me: Some do, some don't.
R: But I eat meat because I'm from Tampa.
On Sunday he ate a strawberry for breakfast. Then he complained that he had a headache and then he threw up. Then he slept for hours. We think he was sick with a virus. Later that day we had this conversation with his mom J:
R: I think I'm allergic to strawberries.
J: No baby, I think you had a virus.
R: How did I get a virus?
Me: You get them from other people. Say someone who is sick with a virus touches this table. Then you touch this table and stick your hands in your mouth. Then you have the virus too.
R: So someone who ate strawberries touched this table?
2 comments:
So cute. I love when kids say things that sound so logical to them :)
Love it!! So funny!
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