I’ve asked my three-year-old daughter to share some of her wisdom.
Me: Betty what do you want to tell the people?
Betty: (While playing the ukulele) About buses.
Me: What do you want to tell the people about buses?
Betty: My mom wants to work something.
Me: What about buses?
Betty: Uh huh. My mom want to work buses. What are you doing?
Me: I’m writing to the people and telling them what you’re saying.
Betty: Two buses!
Me: Two buses?
Betty: Uh huh. We need to go to the Elephant and to the pilot house.
Me: What’s the pilot house?
Betty: The pilot house where the girl lives! And the girl is a boy or a girl. The pilot is a boy or a girl. A boy, dad? He’s a boy or a girl? The pilot is a girl?
Me: A pilot can be a boy or a girl.
Betty: And the lady is a girl or a boy. He’s a girl? We got to turn it on. Like, wow!
Betty: What? What is it, daddy?
Me: What do you want the people to know?
Betty: The people not to cry the pilot. I need a pogical (editor’s note: common bastardization of “Popsicle” by Betty). I need a fruit pogical. I need a green pogical. I need-I am hungry. Can I draw the pilot? Can you draw the pilot? Pilot girl!
Me: Pilot girl?
Betty: Pilot girl, if you want.
Me: Okay, I’ll draw a pilot girl for you later.
Betty: You can draw the pilot girl! We’re into Josh’s house!
(Josh is out landlord.)
Me: Okay, Betty…um…any last thing you want to say to everybody?
Betty: Uh-huh! I need to have a last say about everybody to not quit! I can play ball with the people and bounce up and down. See? The ball jumped into my head.
Me: Okay, thanks Betty!
Betty: You’re welcome! You’re welcome to ask me if I’m to play ball, too.