Time is a Slippery Concept
"Look at that sky!" Haley stares up at the clouds, thick and oppressive, promising a thunderstorm early in the afternoon.
"I guess we'll be staying in after lunch." I scoop some broccoli into each bright plastic bowl as Haley flicks on the dining room lights.
"My daddy come soon." Zach announces.
"Well, not soon honey." Dad will be here in about four hours. In toddler-speak, that is a long time. "First we will finish lunch, then we will read some stories, then it's nap-time. After nap-time, daddy will come." We measure time by tangibles around here.
Zach hears me out politely. "My daddy comin' soon!"
"Nap-time first, sweets."
Now Zach is puzzled. "I be at my house in my bed inna dark."
"Well, yes, but night time isn't for a while yet."
His puzzlement deepens, enriched by a tinge of exasperation. "Is dark NOW! My daddy come NOW!"
Ahhhh! The penny drops. What does he know of the hands on the clock? It's twilight! Daddy come NOW!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~ © 2006, Mary P