My four year old great-niece told me about building a sand castle this weekend and how she was sad because the shells were sleepy and floated away, only to be eaten by fish.
Here's how the conversation went:
Me: Did you build a sand castle on the beach?
Niece: It was a big castle!
Me: How many bedrooms did the castle have?
Niece: Mommy helped me build rooms for the shells, but then they fell asleep, and floated away, and a fish is going to eat them now!
Me: Well, maybe the shells bedroom is in the fish's stomach, and they just wanted to go to bed.
Niece: No, that's not right, because it's dark in a fish's stomach.
Me: But isn't it dark in your room when you sleep too?
Niece: No, I have a little light.
Me: So maybe there's a light in the fish's stomach too.
Niece: No, there's no light in a fish's stomach.
Me: How do you know? Have you ever seen inside a fish's stomach?
That ended the conversation. Either she thinks I'm really really smart since I know where shells sleep, or she'll be telling stories about her crazy Aunt for the rest of her life.
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