Logan, Kaia, and I were laying in bed tonight, light off, having just finished our books. We’re chatting about nothing, when, during a pause, my four year-old daughter decides to pop off with
“Penis,” she says, in a matter of fact tone.
Then Logan starts belly-laughing. “She said ‘penis,'” he manages to say, and laughs harder. After a moment I start laughing, too.
“What—” I start to say.
“Window,” she says. Followed by, “Puppy.”
My daughter: genius of the non-sequitur. She has a future as a comedian. Or a philosopher.