questions

i am becoming an expert on inept analogies. It's part of motherhood, i think. And there might be a bit of a teacher aspect in there as well. But cecy gwen asks a lot of questions! And i don't like the idea of not answering or a white lie for now to put off what happens later. Sometimes i'm good at making her understand... other times not so much. Here are a few of the better ones:



◘ relating blood to milk. the question was why can't we just scoop up blood that comes out and put it back in our bodies? I asked her would she drink milk that fell on the floor (luckily she said no), and that blood was the same way. It would be dirty and no good any more.



◘believing in jesus and christmas. This one was an absolute fail. I tried to say that not everyone believes in jesus, like there are people who celebrate things other than christmas. she could not accept that, and in fact took great offense to the idea that not everyone got gifts delivered by a fat man in a red suit. And she still wanders around telling people she believes in jesus (who, for the record, is in her head a baby that is a cross between a disney character and a police man). Epic fail.



◘ chemicals released by the brain and music. Yes i somehow found a way to link them. She was asking how her eyes started drying up when she was done crying. We have had conversations about cells before, and babies, and honestly my biology is really not up to par... anyway, back to the eyes drying up. I told her that her brain tells her body that she is sad so it sends out chemicals to the body to tell it how to react. I had no idea how to explain chemicals, so i said music. So when you are sad the brain sends out sad music to your body and the sad music tells your eyes to let out water and then when you aren't sad any more the music stops and your eyes can't make the water. Seriously, i got confused trying to follow that. But at least it ended the conversation while not lying to her and not dismissing the question.

And to think i have have 13 more years of this...