A few days ago we (Butterfly, Juice and I) were having an in depth conversation about Winnie the Pooh. Because Winnie the Pooh deserves some deep thought. Think about it: is it a dream world or reality? Or is it real because kids live half in the dream world anyway? Does Christopher Robin have parents? What happens when he grows up? Does he ever grow up?
These are the types of things we talk about while getting ready for dinner.
Butterfly was asking what a Tigger was.
"T-I-double guh-rrr," I said.
"I know how to spell it! What is a Tigger?"
"A Tigger is a tiger, honey," Juice tells her.
"No, it's not!" (All of her sentences end in exclamation points when she's talking.)
"Yes it is. A Tigger is to a tiger what a heffalump is to an elephant," he said.
That brought stunned silence from Butterfly and me. "Oh, okay," she said as she wandered off.
"Way to prep her for her SATs Juice," I tell him.
"What? You don't think that way?"
"Huh. No wonder I test well," he said smugly. "You can never start too early to think about college."
It's true, he does test well. Maybe Butterfly will get some of those good testing genes and get into that good college? Either that or he's going to train her brain to think like an engineer.
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