Where Does Rain Come From?

A Conversation with Christian, (when 4 yrs old)

Christian Mommy, I think I know where the rain comes from.

Me: Oh? Where do you think the rain comes from?

Christian: I think it comes from when the earth gets sad. I think it rains when the earth cries.

Me: Why do you think the earth is sad?

Christian: Because all of the other planets that are bigger… they won’t let him play any games with them.

Me: Oh? Why not?

Christian: Because they are bigger and they don’t like to share their toys with the earth.

Me: Oh, I see. Do you think “Mommy Earth” should go into your room and make the other kids share their toys with you? 

Christian: I think you should. I don’t want it to rain today.

Christian Has Two Loose Teeth

A Conversation with Christian, 7 yrs old

Christian (rushing up to me as I stand in the kitchen): Mommy! Mommy! I have TWO loose teeth now. But don’t worry mommy. They are my baby teeth, so they are supposed to fall out.

Me: Oh? Well then, that does sound exciting!

Christian: And my grown up teeth will be in and need to stay there… for like 75 years or something. 

Me: Well, I guess you should take care of them.

Christian: Yes. (He looks down very solemnly) or I will die.

Me: You will die?

Christian: Well, I won’t be able to eat crackers anymore so I might as well die. It’s practically the same thing.

(10 minutes later…) Wait, wait. I’ve changed my mind. I won’t die. I can still eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.