Babykin and I had a boss morning, baking cookings and listening to indie rock and just generally kickin’ it. Then it was time for lunch, and we went to back to the kitchen to make a natural peanut butter and low sugar fruit chunky jam on double fiber whole wheat bread sandwich, with a side of carrots and pineapple. Three pineapple chunks and two carrots, to be exact. He’s five years old, so it makes sense.
When the toaster oven went off, he commented on how loud it was, and I told him that it’s loud because they don’t want you to forget your food is in there and burn your house down.
–I went one day to visit a bachelor friend of mine on a Sunday afternoon. From the doorstep, the house smelled like burned oven. He’d passed out and left a pizza in the oven at 400 degrees overnight. I commented a little later that he really needed to learn how to cook. He replied, “I do know how to cook! I almost cooked the house down!”
I digress. The Little Man and I then went on to have some first rate fire behavior conversations, how to check the door handle for heat, crack the door and peek out down near the floor, then if that way is blocked, how to use the blinds, push the screen out, and try to land on the first roof below rather than the second one five feet further down.
When I finished his sandwich, he asked me to cut it into five pieces. I said okay, but I asked him if the sandwich was more food when it was cut into five pieces. He gave a hesitant “no.” I went through an explanation. We looked at the whole sandwich, called it one, then I guess I messed up. I let him call the two pieces resulting from the first cut two, when I should have tried to explain division and fractions at that point, but I didn’t. Anyway, we get to five pieces, just as I’m making the second cut, and I say again, “so is there any more food when you have four pieces than when you have just two?”
“No, but can you cut it into five anyway?”
I do, and I say, “Is that so it will match your five pineapples and carrots?”
“Uh…no. It’s because I’m hungry!”
It makes me laugh just to read that over again. Later he and I were talking about how we need to make sure that when we get new stuff, we get rid of some of the old stuff, because we have an “Extra tiny house.”
He looked confused. ”We have an extra house?”
“No. We have an ‘extra-tiny’ house. We have a small house.”
“But where is it?”
“Here. You’re standing in it.”
“But you said–you said we have an extra tiny house.”
I explained that our house is smaller than normal.
In my own mind, the next thing he said was, “But wait, who’s on first?”
