Friday, June 21, 2013

Big questions

Devyn and Molly told Keith, as we were driving to get ballet tights this evening, that I had shown them buildings on the campus of our alma mater recently. 

The girls got around to asking what we studied. When it was my turn, the following.

Molly: What is philosophy?

Devyn: Ya, what is that?

Me: Well, it's a discipline where you ask the big questions: What is time? What is knowledge? How do we know what we know, and how do we know if we really know it? Hahaha...

Nobody laughed. 

Honestly, I should have told them that those are actually examples of the serious-yet-fun questions because, last night, a question that is harder for me to ask arose:

When does the character of Barbie become less annoying to parents of daughters (if we're going to keep this real)?


When parents are truly exhausted, and the word count is lower.

I was so tired that I actually asked Molly if we could read this the following night...

and opted instead to read this:

Not that there's anything wrong with Barbie or with books starring Barbie. If it inspires a child to read, I'm usually fine and, ordinarily, I try not to influence their reading decisions; but, let's face it: the culture of Barbie has made a lot of parents uncomfortable for a long time.

I told Molly the truth: I was too tired to read the Magic School Bus with the degree of enthusiasm that it deserved. She didn't fuss or complain.

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